October
a sunflor soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
It would be wrong to ignore what has happened.
It would also be wrong to make too big a deal about it.
Touch is not a means of communication that Finn is fond of, you know this. That he endures your poking and prodding is one thing. That he allows your friendly nudges and such is another. But this? This is something delicate it altogether new. It horrifies you, rather than brings you joy: you can only imagine the levels of darkness Finn feels are closing in around him, that he's coming so far out of his comfort zone for help. Rather than making a big deal of it, you simply curl your long fingers around his and give a simple squeeze of acknowledgement. You will always be a safe space for the Spyglass, so long as there is air in your lungs.
Frowning slightly as he mentions Remi—that's the one Falke had mentioned he'd become slightly obsessed with—you nod, happy to supplement the information that Finn's might no doubt craves. "I'm not sure about Remi, but I know that Ronin can enter dreams. It's why he was brought to you. His magic allows him to enter even the deepest states of unconsciousness and act as a guide back out." You think about continuing your explanation, but given that it involves Ronin falling asleep touching Finn, you think perhaps the Spyglass's mind isn't quite ready for that level of detail.
It would also be wrong to make too big a deal about it.
Touch is not a means of communication that Finn is fond of, you know this. That he endures your poking and prodding is one thing. That he allows your friendly nudges and such is another. But this? This is something delicate it altogether new. It horrifies you, rather than brings you joy: you can only imagine the levels of darkness Finn feels are closing in around him, that he's coming so far out of his comfort zone for help. Rather than making a big deal of it, you simply curl your long fingers around his and give a simple squeeze of acknowledgement. You will always be a safe space for the Spyglass, so long as there is air in your lungs.
Frowning slightly as he mentions Remi—that's the one Falke had mentioned he'd become slightly obsessed with—you nod, happy to supplement the information that Finn's might no doubt craves. "I'm not sure about Remi, but I know that Ronin can enter dreams. It's why he was brought to you. His magic allows him to enter even the deepest states of unconsciousness and act as a guide back out." You think about continuing your explanation, but given that it involves Ronin falling asleep touching Finn, you think perhaps the Spyglass's mind isn't quite ready for that level of detail.
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
