FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”Many things suffer the same fate,” Finn remarks, following after Remi and taking down his umbrella as they reach the cover of the porch. He leaves it leaning against the steps to drip off, taking the offered seat and passing a hand through his curls, watching the wings disappear once more. ”I did not expect you to live in a cottage,” he remarks, to avoid saying things like how did you do that and can you fly and how did you get the scars on your neck.
Shaking his head automatically at the offer of anything, Finn smiles up at Remi - it’s a bright and boyish thing, gone before it’s ever really there. ”I’m quite alright, thank you. I’m here because I need your help. We all do, in truth.”
Shaking his head automatically at the offer of anything, Finn smiles up at Remi - it’s a bright and boyish thing, gone before it’s ever really there. ”I’m quite alright, thank you. I’m here because I need your help. We all do, in truth.”
I’ll find my own way down
