memory’s so treacherous
”He sounds like a real piece of work, to put that thought in your head,” Finn says with a faint hint of amusement, lips curling up ever so slightly. ”As for your maybes and maybe-nots, I’d prefer to stand over here in the camp of not knowing.” Trouble maker tendencies Finn does not have; indeed, he seems ever on the search for a peace he cannot find. Quite why he keeps finding himself around Remi is an enigma - the Alchemist certainly does not instil in him a sense of peace.
Indeed, the way the Alchemist looks back at him - the way he looks back at himself makes it feel like the walls are closing in, like the world is growing dark. Remi places the glasses upon his nose, the gesture an admirable imitation of his own (and how closely has the other man been watching him to copy it, and how much of a hypocrisy is it to feel irritated?) and Finn inhales a shaky breath.
”And what do you see?” he asks, dreading and hoping for an answer that would match his own.
Indeed, the way the Alchemist looks back at him - the way he looks back at himself makes it feel like the walls are closing in, like the world is growing dark. Remi places the glasses upon his nose, the gesture an admirable imitation of his own (and how closely has the other man been watching him to copy it, and how much of a hypocrisy is it to feel irritated?) and Finn inhales a shaky breath.
”And what do you see?” he asks, dreading and hoping for an answer that would match his own.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
