FINN
and into the forest i go,
He falls easily into step with her, stomach doing a fun little backflip that he can’t place. So instead Finn buries his hands in the pockets of his coat, collar turned up against the rain. For a moment he misses his umbrella, that he might shield them both from it, but when he remembers its fate - blown across the beach whilst he tries to catch something from Remi - he promptly banishes it from his mind. Even a ghost of a thought of the Alchemist is enough to make his throat dry and his fingers cold.
They’re on their way, though, the Spyglass glancing at each landmark and curiosity that Amalia deigns to point out, until they’re suddenly at a house. He lingers back, letting her do her work without getting in the way too much, though the sight of the boy handing out such easy affection... it’s a lot. He swallows hard, Finn trying to avert his gaze but finding himself not quite able to, though he’s relieved when the Shield returns to him.
”There is no need to apologise for caring,” he says quietly. ”I don’t believe I have, no. I believed the bird to be nothing more than a legend.” It shouldn’t feel this easy to walk beside her, to have such easy conversations. What was it Falke had told him? He doesn't remember.
They’re on their way, though, the Spyglass glancing at each landmark and curiosity that Amalia deigns to point out, until they’re suddenly at a house. He lingers back, letting her do her work without getting in the way too much, though the sight of the boy handing out such easy affection... it’s a lot. He swallows hard, Finn trying to avert his gaze but finding himself not quite able to, though he’s relieved when the Shield returns to him.
”There is no need to apologise for caring,” he says quietly. ”I don’t believe I have, no. I believed the bird to be nothing more than a legend.” It shouldn’t feel this easy to walk beside her, to have such easy conversations. What was it Falke had told him? He doesn't remember.
to lose my mind and find my soul
