FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
Finn nods at her clarification, though honestly he is more interested in watching her blueprints crawl off the page and become three dimensional. The Spyglass shifts off the desk to step closer, curiosity well and truly piqued, and as she informs him that the fun is still to come, and begins to alter the designs mid-air, he lets out a disbelieving chuckle. The sound and the expression on his face strip years away, and he nods his gentle approval.
”That looks perfect,” he informs her after she’s done explaining, glancing over his shoulder to the real wall that the glass might replace. ”How long do you think a project like this might take? I can do research elsewhere, if you need the space,” he says, not wanting to intrude (and also not particularly wanting the awkwardness of small talk should the two of them have to share a space).
”That looks perfect,” he informs her after she’s done explaining, glancing over his shoulder to the real wall that the glass might replace. ”How long do you think a project like this might take? I can do research elsewhere, if you need the space,” he says, not wanting to intrude (and also not particularly wanting the awkwardness of small talk should the two of them have to share a space).
that the soul is revealed
