memory’s so treacherous
”I certainly thought so,” Finn supplies for Remi, shrugging his shoulders. He takes the netting as the other man creates it, heading over to the next mound of earth, shivering at a sharp gale that rips through his wet clothes straight to the bone. The Alchemist is right - the shutters come down with a bark of laughter, Finn stepping across the sand to move more rocks to secure the web of fronds. ”I suppose it is. I seem to spend the same amount of time on my knees, though.”
For different reasons, at least. Pinning down part of the net, he glances over his shoulder at Remi’s remark, gazing at the Alchemist with a stormy gaze that might just be a touch amused. ”I did not take you for someone with a sense of humour,” he says, bracing against his knee to get to his feet again. ”Go on, finish the sentence. Now that you are free to make your own choices...?”
For different reasons, at least. Pinning down part of the net, he glances over his shoulder at Remi’s remark, gazing at the Alchemist with a stormy gaze that might just be a touch amused. ”I did not take you for someone with a sense of humour,” he says, bracing against his knee to get to his feet again. ”Go on, finish the sentence. Now that you are free to make your own choices...?”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
