when you bury your pain
Finn inhales sharply and jumps a bit at the sound of another voice in the room, however soft and familiar it might be. His stormy eyes land on Falke, though he looks at him as if he’s staring through frosted glass. There’s a definite twinge in his hand now, likely from the stitches and the cast and the horrific bruising that lurks underneath, but it’s manageable for the time being. ”H’lo,” he mumbles through a dry mouth, his good hand sneaking up to run across his face.
Finn Roseinpants almost slips out, and he threatens to giggle at the sudden memory, but he swallows it back. ”My name is Finn,” he tells the Fixer. ”We’re at the medical clinic in the Tower, in Stormbreak.” So far so good, as the hazy puzzle pieces of his life start to float together to form a larger picture.
Finn Roseinpants almost slips out, and he threatens to giggle at the sudden memory, but he swallows it back. ”My name is Finn,” he tells the Fixer. ”We’re at the medical clinic in the Tower, in Stormbreak.” So far so good, as the hazy puzzle pieces of his life start to float together to form a larger picture.
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
