FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
The voice does not stir Finn, not at first; he is elsewhere, sieving through theory and hunches and trying to fit together puzzle pieces that no one else can see. But eventually he blinks himself back, turning slowly in the rain to face the owner of the voice, the heavy accent taking a little while to filter into his mind—
But suddenly he’s face to face with what he swears is himself, Finn lifting the umbrella a little higher, blue eyes widening a fraction behind his glasses. ”Hello,” he says, anything that Remi might have called out utterly lost on him now. Because this is Remi - he can see it in the lines and contours of aura, in the way the man holds himself, the posture, the scars. ”I— sorry. I... this is very strange.”
But suddenly he’s face to face with what he swears is himself, Finn lifting the umbrella a little higher, blue eyes widening a fraction behind his glasses. ”Hello,” he says, anything that Remi might have called out utterly lost on him now. Because this is Remi - he can see it in the lines and contours of aura, in the way the man holds himself, the posture, the scars. ”I— sorry. I... this is very strange.”
I’ll find my own way down
