the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"That is not my job," Finn says quietly - if Cian had intended for him to try out the relic, he presumes he would have said so in his correspondence. Speaking of which, the Spyglass has no intention of trying to keep the amulet from the Eye, and he draws it out of his inside pocket and rests it in Cian's palm without argument. That, he thinks, ought to be it really, and yet the other man keeps speaking and Finn is rooted to the ground.
His brow furrows and he swears the shadows reach out from the hearth to try and grab for him. "Noah suggested Deimos Ignatius," he murmurs. "I trusted his judgement. As for whether they will be suitable, they were certainly efficient during this trip. All relics are not created equal though, I understand."
His brow furrows and he swears the shadows reach out from the hearth to try and grab for him. "Noah suggested Deimos Ignatius," he murmurs. "I trusted his judgement. As for whether they will be suitable, they were certainly efficient during this trip. All relics are not created equal though, I understand."
now all my stories have been told; except for one
