memory’s so treacherous
"Ah, I see," Finn says, unintentionally locking that little bit of information in the back of his mind should he ever require it. For what purpose, you ask? Not even Finn knows until the time comes. "Do you think that would bother him more than a slap? He has already had two fingers eaten," he says, belatedly remembering that much even if he's markedly more invested in hair pets than the conversation at this point.
Humming his agreement, though the ex-Spyglass doesn't open his eyes, his brows do furrow together. "I wouldn't have expected it to work either," he admits. "Perhaps he is getting sick." Does Finn sound just the teensiest bit pleased about that prospect? Shhh, shhh.
"Luckily I believe they mostly use it to be together when they are asleep. It is the sort of thing fairytales mention, isn't it? A couple that can't bear to be apart even in their dreams?" Finn isn't sure how they manage it, to be frank.
Humming his agreement, though the ex-Spyglass doesn't open his eyes, his brows do furrow together. "I wouldn't have expected it to work either," he admits. "Perhaps he is getting sick." Does Finn sound just the teensiest bit pleased about that prospect? Shhh, shhh.
"Luckily I believe they mostly use it to be together when they are asleep. It is the sort of thing fairytales mention, isn't it? A couple that can't bear to be apart even in their dreams?" Finn isn't sure how they manage it, to be frank.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
