memory’s so treacherous
Finn smiles to Remi, pressing the knuckles of one of his hands into the small of his back as if to release the tension there. ”I assume you were not intending to be funny just now,” he says; murder and being a cruel asshole are not things to laugh at, for the Spyglass. Perhaps his gallows humour needs some work. Perhaps he needs to loosen up. Perhaps.
Standing before their work, listening to the man at his side express his desire to run from all he has made, Finn feels his shoulders relax somewhat. ”Life is funny that way,” he murmurs. ”Always keeps you guessing. Keeps you wanting what you don’t have.” Glancing across at Remi, he swipes the rain and sweat form his eyes. ”I would offer to swap places with you for a while, but I would be found out instantly.”
Standing before their work, listening to the man at his side express his desire to run from all he has made, Finn feels his shoulders relax somewhat. ”Life is funny that way,” he murmurs. ”Always keeps you guessing. Keeps you wanting what you don’t have.” Glancing across at Remi, he swipes the rain and sweat form his eyes. ”I would offer to swap places with you for a while, but I would be found out instantly.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
