memory’s so treacherous
Finn chews at the inside of his cheek, nodding again at Safrin’s suggestion, seeming to find further safety in the idea of a mutual trade. ”What would you want from me?” he asks, and were she any other way - were she any other incarnation of the lady of the stars that he’s seen - Finn might have felt in deep water at the prospect. There’s only two things people have ever wanted him for - his glasses and his body. He doesn’t possess one, and the other? He’s not sure what will happen.
”I would like to trade. It seems more fair, that way.” Receiving a gift - receiving an apology - for something that had earned him time at the Needle? It wasn’t easy to accept. This was as close as it got, for Finn.
”I would like to trade. It seems more fair, that way.” Receiving a gift - receiving an apology - for something that had earned him time at the Needle? It wasn’t easy to accept. This was as close as it got, for Finn.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
