when you bury your pain
”That does sound useful. Perhaps a spiritual bell that rings when someone gets too close to you, or touches you.” As if Finn knows whether such a thing might exist. ”For what it is worth, though, I am glad I didn’t throw up on you. And even more glad that you weren’t dead.” The relief is almost palpable, in fact, Finn taking another sip from the cup before offering it back to Remi.
It might not be something Remi does often, and the idea of getting back to... nothing at all might not bother the Alchemist, but the same cannot be said of Finn. Through eyes ringed with shadow, he shakes his head softly, as if he can’t quite understand the other man. But then that has been the case since the day they met. ”I seem to be on a streak of bad luck lately,” he murmurs.
It might not be something Remi does often, and the idea of getting back to... nothing at all might not bother the Alchemist, but the same cannot be said of Finn. Through eyes ringed with shadow, he shakes his head softly, as if he can’t quite understand the other man. But then that has been the case since the day they met. ”I seem to be on a streak of bad luck lately,” he murmurs.
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
