you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
There’s a little more colour in Finn’s cheeks, these days, but the Spyglass has a long way to go and an unknowable amount of time at his disposal. Still, the IV is gone from his arm and his appetite has returned, so whilst he still needs a lot of sleep (and it’s dreamless, wonder of wonders), he looks a lot more comfortable in his hospital bed. That’s all about to change, of course, with a simple act of being there, in that way that Cian does.
Stormy eyes peek open, clear and brighter than they have been in weeks, but as they flick around and catch on the Eye, Finn’s breath freezes in his chest. He swallows, forcing back the sick surprise that curls in his stomach, and reaches up to rub at his beard (it is beyond stubble, these days). ”Good morning, Cian,” he murmurs, feeling the encounter settle in his veins like ice water, bringing with it a horrible sense of calm.
Stormy eyes peek open, clear and brighter than they have been in weeks, but as they flick around and catch on the Eye, Finn’s breath freezes in his chest. He swallows, forcing back the sick surprise that curls in his stomach, and reaches up to rub at his beard (it is beyond stubble, these days). ”Good morning, Cian,” he murmurs, feeling the encounter settle in his veins like ice water, bringing with it a horrible sense of calm.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
