October
a sunflor soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
You are quick to take in the indications of his madness and malady, noting things to tell Falke later. The blood from his side is information you need. That there is a white feather plastered against his skin, is for Falke. For you, the dryness of his lips as an indication of dehydration. For Falke, the blood ringing his eyes that has been put there. You have never seen Finn so filthy, and while a bit of grime doesn't bother you, you can't imagine the mindset he must have been in to allow himself to get to such a state.
Your heart tremors though your mind is steady. Turning to your bag you pull out a bottle of disinfectant and some cloth to tend to his side. However as the Spyglass swallows and his eyes crack open, instantly your attention is on him. That it's your name he says makes you laugh, breathless with joy. "Yeah, it's me." You whisper, putting down the gauze and instead reaching for some water and a cloth. Tearing the cloth into two strips, you wet both. One is for his forehead, the other is to ensure he doesn't drink too much, too soon.
"You silly man. My first trip out of the city ever, and you bring me to a volcano?"
Your heart tremors though your mind is steady. Turning to your bag you pull out a bottle of disinfectant and some cloth to tend to his side. However as the Spyglass swallows and his eyes crack open, instantly your attention is on him. That it's your name he says makes you laugh, breathless with joy. "Yeah, it's me." You whisper, putting down the gauze and instead reaching for some water and a cloth. Tearing the cloth into two strips, you wet both. One is for his forehead, the other is to ensure he doesn't drink too much, too soon.
"You silly man. My first trip out of the city ever, and you bring me to a volcano?"
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
