FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"Oh?" Finn tilts his head at her, not questioning it but not understanding it either. He's not even sure if it's a good or a bad thing, that she could come out here and trust him with something as delicate as her hidden shift. "Well, it was my pleasure," he says, typically polite in the face of having just tromped through snow deep enough to soak him up to the knees. The movement is keeping him from getting too cold, at least, but there's a reason his hands are bundled into his pockets.
"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "Do you wonder whether this place has the same kind of energy as the Greatwood, perhaps?" It's the moving around that has him thinking, though Tobi's unfortunate focus on his choice of words has his cheeks flushing with shame. "I didn't mean it like that," he says apologetically, stopping so she might adjust herself and her scarf.
He commits himself to finding all he can about the Celestine - side projects, and all that - and he's unable not to laugh at Tobi's depiction of Cian's entrance. "Only the Eye would be able to stand in the snow and light a cigarette," he agrees.
"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "Do you wonder whether this place has the same kind of energy as the Greatwood, perhaps?" It's the moving around that has him thinking, though Tobi's unfortunate focus on his choice of words has his cheeks flushing with shame. "I didn't mean it like that," he says apologetically, stopping so she might adjust herself and her scarf.
He commits himself to finding all he can about the Celestine - side projects, and all that - and he's unable not to laugh at Tobi's depiction of Cian's entrance. "Only the Eye would be able to stand in the snow and light a cigarette," he agrees.
that the soul is revealed
