we are all broken
”Maybe. It wasn’t that warm when I visited. Monsoon season,” he explains, before wrinkling his nose at the memories that surface. Falling asleep on the beach with an angel watching over him; different sort of angel hovering on the surface of the water, watching over dead children. He’s drowning in those images when the cup is pressed into his hands, Finn blinking down at it like he’s surprised to see such a thing.
Then he remembers, of course, it’s exactly what he’s asked for, and so he lifts the cup to his lips to (predictably) tip ice chips all over his face. The whole situation has Finn in a fit of giggles, and he almost misses her answer and the question fired in return. ”I want peace,” he says easily. ”I want... a house, in the Celestine. And a hammock.”
Then he remembers, of course, it’s exactly what he’s asked for, and so he lifts the cup to his lips to (predictably) tip ice chips all over his face. The whole situation has Finn in a fit of giggles, and he almost misses her answer and the question fired in return. ”I want peace,” he says easily. ”I want... a house, in the Celestine. And a hammock.”
that’s how the light gets in
