memory’s so treacherous
Of all the things he expects to hear, that's probably the last thing on his mental list. Finn's eyebrows shoot up, the Spyglass half thinking she's going to tell him it's a joke, but... no. A stolen skyboat crashing against the rocks on the Falling. "So now Ronin is in trouble...?" he asks slowly, the words tasting foreign on his tongue. So long has the Spyglass spent researching demi-gods and their many and varied powers, he can't help but think of them as above such things.
Maybe it's a good thing for one of them to get into trouble, he thinks absently, before dismissing it to slip the key into the door. "Or we could have it in here," he suggests, slipping the book back onto the shelf. Finn doesn't bend easily, but he is not so stubborn as to break before he does so. "You bathed me and put me to bed in these rooms. I daresay that a cup of tea should be much less exciting after that."
Maybe it's a good thing for one of them to get into trouble, he thinks absently, before dismissing it to slip the key into the door. "Or we could have it in here," he suggests, slipping the book back onto the shelf. Finn doesn't bend easily, but he is not so stubborn as to break before he does so. "You bathed me and put me to bed in these rooms. I daresay that a cup of tea should be much less exciting after that."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
