when you bury your pain
Finn gives Remi a sidelong look as he moves to sit up against the tree, not quite glancing at him but nodding nonetheless. ”Thank you,” he says in the same, exaggeratedly loud tone, trying not to smile too much because he’s afraid in his exhausted delirium that if he begins laughing, he might not stop. But then the other man is gone, faded into the shadows... and another one takes his place, one that Finn knows well, has seen with his glasses many a time.
He waits until the spirit draws close, keeping his eyes ahead, innocuously, almost. And once Remi is right by his side, he turns suddenly, locking eyes with him. ”Boo,” he says, knowing that in all likelihood the other man will not be able to respond, but finding himself wanting to enjoy his response nonetheless.
He waits until the spirit draws close, keeping his eyes ahead, innocuously, almost. And once Remi is right by his side, he turns suddenly, locking eyes with him. ”Boo,” he says, knowing that in all likelihood the other man will not be able to respond, but finding himself wanting to enjoy his response nonetheless.
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
