FINN
and into the forest i go,
”Hm...?” The gentle breeze musses his curls around his face and makes him shiver, even under his coat. He despises it, this urge to peel off his skin at the feel of her magic, both wanting it desperately close and wanting it nowhere near him. The fact that he knows where it has come from and why makes it exquisitely worse, and Finn swallows back all the words he wants to say, save for the obvious. ”I didn’t know you could do that.” And, because it’s polite, ”Thank you.”
He hasn’t seen her around because he’s been hiding from her on purpose, and if that isn’t another thing to set his teeth on edge he doesn’t know what is. ”Ah... Of course you do.” You’re so smooth, Finn, you might slide off the steps and down the nearest drain if you wish hard enough.
The Spyglass needs to get away from this meeting as quickly as possible - he needs to not be here, especially with her, especially right now. But gods if the sound of her voice, if the gentle offer of something as simple as a walk around the place isn’t a shred of normality in the loud and pressing madness of his life...
”That sounds nice,” he says, despite himself. ”I’ll probably be leaving soon. This is the last opportunity I’ll have to look around.”
He hasn’t seen her around because he’s been hiding from her on purpose, and if that isn’t another thing to set his teeth on edge he doesn’t know what is. ”Ah... Of course you do.” You’re so smooth, Finn, you might slide off the steps and down the nearest drain if you wish hard enough.
The Spyglass needs to get away from this meeting as quickly as possible - he needs to not be here, especially with her, especially right now. But gods if the sound of her voice, if the gentle offer of something as simple as a walk around the place isn’t a shred of normality in the loud and pressing madness of his life...
”That sounds nice,” he says, despite himself. ”I’ll probably be leaving soon. This is the last opportunity I’ll have to look around.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
