the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
Finn considers that - because Remi has definitely met him, he remembers seeing him for the first time outside the Governor's House in Torchline - but when he really thinks about it... "I suppose not. Not many people have met me," he agrees. "Would you like to start now?" Were it not for the steps he's taken, the man he's become, this of course would never be possible.
"Cian's office?" That is the only room with wooden floors and a fireplace that comes to mind. "He is dead. I never met you there, though, I don't think. You and I have never been there together." The conversation continues as Finn begins to carve stubbornly into his breastbone, having to make a few further lacerations in order to get his fingers beneath it.
"Mm...?" He huffs out the sound, which is punctuated by a loud and echoing crack as he splits the bone. "How kind of you." Leaving his chest so his ribs stand like a pair of open cupboard doors, Finn slices delicately into the liver on his plate, raising the morsel in a toast. "To being different," he says, lifting it to his lips and chewing appreciatively.
"If you give me a moment, I will have my heart out."
"Cian's office?" That is the only room with wooden floors and a fireplace that comes to mind. "He is dead. I never met you there, though, I don't think. You and I have never been there together." The conversation continues as Finn begins to carve stubbornly into his breastbone, having to make a few further lacerations in order to get his fingers beneath it.
"Mm...?" He huffs out the sound, which is punctuated by a loud and echoing crack as he splits the bone. "How kind of you." Leaving his chest so his ribs stand like a pair of open cupboard doors, Finn slices delicately into the liver on his plate, raising the morsel in a toast. "To being different," he says, lifting it to his lips and chewing appreciatively.
"If you give me a moment, I will have my heart out."
now all my stories have been told; except for one
