memory’s so treacherous
Exercise on purpose is a new thing for Finn. But it seems to be doing him some good; he’s filling out again, little by little, the muscle mass lost in his weeks of sickness returning as he continues to eat and sleep like a somewhat ordinary person. He hasn’t long returned to his rooms, in fact; the skylight is open for Artemide to come and go, and he’s rubbing at his damp curls with a towel as he emerges from the bathroom after a shower.
The room is warm and light and homey, and it’s not something Finn thought he’d ever feel about the place again. Not since so much chaos had come roaring through it. But he meanders through into the study space, fingers drifting over books on shelves. It pauses on one in particular - the one he’d taken from a certain office, naturally - before moving on.
The room is warm and light and homey, and it’s not something Finn thought he’d ever feel about the place again. Not since so much chaos had come roaring through it. But he meanders through into the study space, fingers drifting over books on shelves. It pauses on one in particular - the one he’d taken from a certain office, naturally - before moving on.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
