memory’s so treacherous
Finn knows there is something very wrong with Remi; it’s been apparent from the moment they met, but the Spyglass didn’t know how far the rot went. He does now, and at the confirmation that the Alchemist can complete the work alone, he nods and steps around him to collect his coat from the rock he’s set it down upon. He doesn’t bother shrugging back into it - it’s soaking wet and so is he, and it’d be more uncomfortable to feel the heavy fabric against sand covered skin.
”You assume a lot,” he says quietly, looking at Remi over his shoulder. ”We both do.” With a non-committal nod that says nothing and everything at once, from good luck with the work to see you again to we’re done here, Finn leaves him to it, his footprints in the sand soon melting away with the rain.
”You assume a lot,” he says quietly, looking at Remi over his shoulder. ”We both do.” With a non-committal nod that says nothing and everything at once, from good luck with the work to see you again to we’re done here, Finn leaves him to it, his footprints in the sand soon melting away with the rain.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
