memory’s so treacherous
There isn’t any need for it, and yet Finn finds himself acting automatically before mind and body can tell him any different. It’s like part of him is expecting the pain, and thinks he deserves it. ”Of that I am well aware,” he says with a laugh that hurts more than he can let on. ”If nothing else it has been a successful trip, I would say.” Worth it, for the state he’s found himself in? The Eye would say so.
”It certainly does. I will have to take to carrying a bag instead.” Less personal then, if someone wants to take something from him. Still, she’s nodding over her shoulder and he’s grateful, forcing himself upright and to walk like an actual person, given that he’s only a little ways away from treatment.
The room and the bed he knows well, and the Spyglass moves to hop up onto it with a grimace of pain, preferring to be off his feet if nothing else. ”How are things here?” he asks.
”It certainly does. I will have to take to carrying a bag instead.” Less personal then, if someone wants to take something from him. Still, she’s nodding over her shoulder and he’s grateful, forcing himself upright and to walk like an actual person, given that he’s only a little ways away from treatment.
The room and the bed he knows well, and the Spyglass moves to hop up onto it with a grimace of pain, preferring to be off his feet if nothing else. ”How are things here?” he asks.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
