when you bury your pain
Finn frowns as he considers Tobi's words; he's felt it before, multiple times, so he can only nod and trust that he'll know when the time comes. And as for the rest? That's also something they'll just have to deal with - at least he can get up and get dressed now. "You are?" He smiles openly. "Yeah - me too."
Drawing back the covers, Finn rolls his shoulders and wiggles his toes before testing himself on his feet. The snapdragon swamps away the remnants of the dreamdust, and the man who sweeps across to his closet is drawing his shirt over his head as he goes, focused and uninhibited and, to the untrained eye, carefree.
"What do you feel like eating?" he asks as he selects a shirt and a pair of pants, not stopping there when it comes to stripping off. "I'd quite like something warm. Torchline served a lot of fruit and fish. I miss bacon and cheese."
Drawing back the covers, Finn rolls his shoulders and wiggles his toes before testing himself on his feet. The snapdragon swamps away the remnants of the dreamdust, and the man who sweeps across to his closet is drawing his shirt over his head as he goes, focused and uninhibited and, to the untrained eye, carefree.
"What do you feel like eating?" he asks as he selects a shirt and a pair of pants, not stopping there when it comes to stripping off. "I'd quite like something warm. Torchline served a lot of fruit and fish. I miss bacon and cheese."
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
