the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"Are we lying to each other in this one?" Finn wonders, raising stormy eyes to gaze at Remi as he pops up beside him, and he reaches out to pour the other man some wine as well. "I don't believe either of us ever meet by accident. And I do not believe either of us are ever really sorry. Not for long, anyway." Finn lifts his glass to his lips, leaving them red stained. "This is normally the part where you become hostile towards me."
He gazes up at the snapping teeth and fluttering eyelashes overhead, then back down at the mirror-shine of their empty plates. "The things that October said to you... I will not apologise for her," he says. They stand together on that much, do he and the doctor. "But I know that it does not stop the things you want." How could it, to a man with no physical superior? With no consequences, save for the ones people put on him?
He gazes up at the snapping teeth and fluttering eyelashes overhead, then back down at the mirror-shine of their empty plates. "The things that October said to you... I will not apologise for her," he says. They stand together on that much, do he and the doctor. "But I know that it does not stop the things you want." How could it, to a man with no physical superior? With no consequences, save for the ones people put on him?
now all my stories have been told; except for one
