FINN
Finn arrives with papers under his arm and a pencil between his teeth. There's ink on his hands and his glasses have been pushed up to perch in his nest of curls. The Spyglass never looks well these days, between his fractured concentration and the circles beneath his eyes, but his mind is sharper than ever. He moves into a seat beside October quite on autopilot, setting the papers down and instantly beginning to write a note in the margins of the nearest page.
Once that's done, he reaches as if to take off his glasses, before realising they aren't there. A moment of brief panic follows before Finn finally locates them, tucking them away in his inside pocket and flashing a quick smile of greeting to Tobi. Then his stormy eyes settle on Cian, pacing like a caged animal at the head of the table.
Once that's done, he reaches as if to take off his glasses, before realising they aren't there. A moment of brief panic follows before Finn finally locates them, tucking them away in his inside pocket and flashing a quick smile of greeting to Tobi. Then his stormy eyes settle on Cian, pacing like a caged animal at the head of the table.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
