awareness is the enemy of sanity
Luckily for Remi, Finn is neither energised nor focused enough to sense his discomfort - he’s actually quite taken with the little display with the fireball, honestly - and he manages to grate out a laugh at the idea of handing Remi his drink. That will have to do for now, he supposes. ”Magic is banned, where I am from,” he says to fill the silence as Remi approaches, pain loosening his tongue as it seems to do for most people. ”Strange to see it used for such domestic things.”
Green eyes pin him in place at that point and, feeling quite like the teenager he once was about to be chastised, Finn does what he is told. Wet fabric is peeled away bit by bit, the Spyglass gazing at a point out of the window and taking slow breaths in and out to manage the discomfort. He will prove a good listener, from Remi’s point of view, still and compliant as he goes about his work, revealing pale skin and a body toned and athletic but not overly muscular. Oh, and scars. A dozen, perhaps more.
They stripe across Finn’s back and shoulders, the deeper ones pinkish still (they probably always will be) and the rest silvery with age. Lashes from a whip, unmistakably. ”So what drink will I be handing to you?” he asks idly.
Green eyes pin him in place at that point and, feeling quite like the teenager he once was about to be chastised, Finn does what he is told. Wet fabric is peeled away bit by bit, the Spyglass gazing at a point out of the window and taking slow breaths in and out to manage the discomfort. He will prove a good listener, from Remi’s point of view, still and compliant as he goes about his work, revealing pale skin and a body toned and athletic but not overly muscular. Oh, and scars. A dozen, perhaps more.
They stripe across Finn’s back and shoulders, the deeper ones pinkish still (they probably always will be) and the rest silvery with age. Lashes from a whip, unmistakably. ”So what drink will I be handing to you?” he asks idly.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
