awareness is the enemy of sanity
”Oh, we know that,” he says with a wheezing sort of laugh, trying to stifle the cough that threatens under pain of Remi’s grumbling. ”Demi-gods don’t count.” If Finn could have shrugged, he would have. ”Not to the Order, anyway. Your magic is blessed.” And that was that, according to his government. There was very little else to it.
He doesn’t realise, at first, why Remi has stopped and fallen silent, until his apology comes tumbling out. And Finn’s stomach drops, the Spyglass - rarely touched these days, certainly not undressed - has completely forgotten the topography of his own body. The flush heats his cheeks, creeping up his neck around his ears, and he clears his throat awkwardly. ”It’s... it’s fine,” he mutters, free of the shirt now and turning about to reveal the already angry bruises spanning over the left side of his rib cage.
”Bandages first, then.” It’s like Finn has withdrawn into himself, doing as he’s told with perfect compliance, but he can still hear the questions Remi hasn’t asked yet. Swallowing hard, he aims his gaze over the other man’s shoulder. ”I stole from a temple,” he explains. ”I couldn’t have been more than... fourteen, or so. I fell into the red lamp districts not long after that.”
He doesn’t realise, at first, why Remi has stopped and fallen silent, until his apology comes tumbling out. And Finn’s stomach drops, the Spyglass - rarely touched these days, certainly not undressed - has completely forgotten the topography of his own body. The flush heats his cheeks, creeping up his neck around his ears, and he clears his throat awkwardly. ”It’s... it’s fine,” he mutters, free of the shirt now and turning about to reveal the already angry bruises spanning over the left side of his rib cage.
”Bandages first, then.” It’s like Finn has withdrawn into himself, doing as he’s told with perfect compliance, but he can still hear the questions Remi hasn’t asked yet. Swallowing hard, he aims his gaze over the other man’s shoulder. ”I stole from a temple,” he explains. ”I couldn’t have been more than... fourteen, or so. I fell into the red lamp districts not long after that.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
