memory’s so treacherous
Steadier with the wall to lean against, Finn slants a smile in Tobi’s direction, brushing damp curls from his face. ”Makes me a pretty terrible Spyglass. Then again, maybe being aware of everything is the Eye’s job.” And Cian is frighteningly good at it, might he add. Shuffling forward as she suggests he go ahead and pick out some clothes, Finn heads back out into the main rooms, scoffing under his breath.
”Perhaps the walk down to the clinic will build up my muscles again. And I think most of my clothes try to give off that vibe.” Put together, but not enough to be remarkable. Not nearly scruffy enough to be noticeable either. Finn’s attire is perfectly bookish and ready for travel, and he picks out a pale shirt and dark pants to shuck into.
”Do you think there’s really a cure?” he asks softly.
”Perhaps the walk down to the clinic will build up my muscles again. And I think most of my clothes try to give off that vibe.” Put together, but not enough to be remarkable. Not nearly scruffy enough to be noticeable either. Finn’s attire is perfectly bookish and ready for travel, and he picks out a pale shirt and dark pants to shuck into.
”Do you think there’s really a cure?” he asks softly.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
