Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall
"Well, you'll have to. Those days are looong behind us now." You chuckle, suddenly quite interested in whatever is in the opposite direction of a naked-Finn. As soon as you hear the sound of the skylight being fussed over you glance toward him, glad not to see the Spyglass's naked ass peering at you.
"Mmhm, one whole story." You agree, knowing just how far his luck has stretched. Perhaps if you're allowed to return you'll ask Ronin how it was they were able to find the pair so quickly, to learn more about the ring on his finger and the strange connection between he and his husband. For now, you're just glad for whatever it was that let you find your friend in time.
Tucking Finn in, careful to press the blankets against him but taking care around areas that you know to be sensitive, you plop down on the bed next to him. Crossing your legs (Finn, why ever do you need such a large bed?), you lean your cheek on one of your hands as you brush a curl from his eye. "It's the story of another world. A place called Earth. It's where I got my name from. October is how they call one of their..." You pause, searching for the word. "Months. They have seasons the way we do, but they also divide up their years into smaller segments as well." You shrug your shoulders a bit at this, not really knowing why.
Of course for you, your stories are less narration and more fact-based, but that's alright. By the slow flutter of Finn's eyelashes you judge that so long as you aren't talking about volcanos or his twin, there's probably nothing you could say to rouse his interests now.
"Mmhm, one whole story." You agree, knowing just how far his luck has stretched. Perhaps if you're allowed to return you'll ask Ronin how it was they were able to find the pair so quickly, to learn more about the ring on his finger and the strange connection between he and his husband. For now, you're just glad for whatever it was that let you find your friend in time.
Tucking Finn in, careful to press the blankets against him but taking care around areas that you know to be sensitive, you plop down on the bed next to him. Crossing your legs (Finn, why ever do you need such a large bed?), you lean your cheek on one of your hands as you brush a curl from his eye. "It's the story of another world. A place called Earth. It's where I got my name from. October is how they call one of their..." You pause, searching for the word. "Months. They have seasons the way we do, but they also divide up their years into smaller segments as well." You shrug your shoulders a bit at this, not really knowing why.
Of course for you, your stories are less narration and more fact-based, but that's alright. By the slow flutter of Finn's eyelashes you judge that so long as you aren't talking about volcanos or his twin, there's probably nothing you could say to rouse his interests now.
October
