awareness is the enemy of sanity
Now it’s Finn’s turn to look surprised, and he lets out a soft laugh, rubbing at his forehead and pushing his glasses up his nose. ”Would you say that if we did not look so much alike?” he wonders, pulling his knees up enough that he might rest his forearms upon them. ”Spend enough time around me, and you will realise that we are not alike at all.” There’s no one quite like him, he’s been told that enough times. Never in a good way.
He’s also never considered himself lucky, but before he can respond the water is leaping up to see him, twisting and warping into something out of its own element. Finn’s breath catches in his throat, and if Remi is astute he may see the way his expression seems to grow vacant behind his spectacles, his eyes glazing. He reaches up to touch the water, stopping himself - barely. ”Is this real?” he whispers. ”It’s... you see it too, right?”
He’s also never considered himself lucky, but before he can respond the water is leaping up to see him, twisting and warping into something out of its own element. Finn’s breath catches in his throat, and if Remi is astute he may see the way his expression seems to grow vacant behind his spectacles, his eyes glazing. He reaches up to touch the water, stopping himself - barely. ”Is this real?” he whispers. ”It’s... you see it too, right?”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
