the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"That is also none of my business," Finn says matter-of-factly, though he doesn't say it with cruelty. Having carved out a bit of his heart for the Lullaby, he closes the saloon doors of his ribcage and buttons his blood-soaked shirt back up over it, like nothing has ever happened. "I am not responsible for your lack of self control, just as you are not responsible for the horrors that live in my head." He doubts Remi will like that, though.
Unexpected, perhaps for the both of them, Finn lets out a laugh. "If I disagree with you, I am proving your point," he realises with a dimpled smile, cutting up more of the liver and reaching out for a sip of his wine. "October and Everest are people, and their hearts are similarly divided," he points out, tilting his head and lowering his cutlery for a moment, as if realising something.
"That is the problem though, isn't it? Enough for you is all of it. You would want it all." Reaching out, he plucks the glistening sliver of himself back from between the alchemist's fingers, pressing it between his lips. "That's too bad," he murmurs.
Unexpected, perhaps for the both of them, Finn lets out a laugh. "If I disagree with you, I am proving your point," he realises with a dimpled smile, cutting up more of the liver and reaching out for a sip of his wine. "October and Everest are people, and their hearts are similarly divided," he points out, tilting his head and lowering his cutlery for a moment, as if realising something.
"That is the problem though, isn't it? Enough for you is all of it. You would want it all." Reaching out, he plucks the glistening sliver of himself back from between the alchemist's fingers, pressing it between his lips. "That's too bad," he murmurs.
now all my stories have been told; except for one
