memory’s so treacherous
"Not even if people started expecting it of you? Looking at you, waiting for you to do it, to know all the answers?" Finn wonders, sipping at his tea as well and smiling a touch bashfully to see her pleased with his choices. He is reminded, suddenly, how nice it can be suddenly to sit in easy company with someone. It isn't something Finn gets to experience all that often, truly.
In his period of time in the medical clinic and his general lack of knowledge about the goings on in the Order in general lately, it's a surprise to hear that the Artificer has gone to the Greatwood. "I suppose it makes sense," he murmurs, brow furrowing to hear about the prospect of Luciana joining her. "Perhaps," he muses. "The hammer would be of more use here for now, surely? With the Dragoons getting whipped into shape by a demigod?"
In his period of time in the medical clinic and his general lack of knowledge about the goings on in the Order in general lately, it's a surprise to hear that the Artificer has gone to the Greatwood. "I suppose it makes sense," he murmurs, brow furrowing to hear about the prospect of Luciana joining her. "Perhaps," he muses. "The hammer would be of more use here for now, surely? With the Dragoons getting whipped into shape by a demigod?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
