memory’s so treacherous
”She likes to play, try to catch her.”
How long has Finn been standing there? Long enough for it to be awkward, to be sure. And standing is the technical term for it, but really it’s more of a slouch against the doorframe. In truth he’s been back from the Greatwood for at least a day now, but prior to seeing to himself, there was the matter of Cian’s report. He’d written it, including the footnote about meeting Remi for the purpose of assuring the Eye that Torchline’s Governor was officially on board as well, putting it on his desk with minutes to spare.
Now that those minutes had passed, he’d decided to pass by Doctor Hart’s office. And by pass by, he of course means stop ignoring the pain in his side. Cian had caught him unawares, of course, and he’d already stopped bandaging his ribs when he realised how much it hurt to do alone, so beneath his crumpled shirt he’s sure he looks like even more of a mess than over it.
That’s not true, actually - Finn looks bad, his curls tousled untidily, his stormy eyes fiercely dark with fatigue, and a little bloodshot from writing so late. ”That’s another way of saying it, right?” he adds belatedly.
How long has Finn been standing there? Long enough for it to be awkward, to be sure. And standing is the technical term for it, but really it’s more of a slouch against the doorframe. In truth he’s been back from the Greatwood for at least a day now, but prior to seeing to himself, there was the matter of Cian’s report. He’d written it, including the footnote about meeting Remi for the purpose of assuring the Eye that Torchline’s Governor was officially on board as well, putting it on his desk with minutes to spare.
Now that those minutes had passed, he’d decided to pass by Doctor Hart’s office. And by pass by, he of course means stop ignoring the pain in his side. Cian had caught him unawares, of course, and he’d already stopped bandaging his ribs when he realised how much it hurt to do alone, so beneath his crumpled shirt he’s sure he looks like even more of a mess than over it.
That’s not true, actually - Finn looks bad, his curls tousled untidily, his stormy eyes fiercely dark with fatigue, and a little bloodshot from writing so late. ”That’s another way of saying it, right?” he adds belatedly.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
