memory’s so treacherous
"Mom isn't pregnant again - we've been careful," Finn blurts out automatically, barely even realising what he's admitted to as he also joins in with this imaginary search of the kitchen. "So that can't be it." Obviously, the truth is that there are no cookies because Finn hasn't made any, and the Spyglass ends up leaning against the counter and rubbing at his eyes.
"Maybe the gods wanted them," he says, finding himself reaching further and further as time went on, unaware that he's feeding Ever's imagination unintentionally. "That would explain why everything is gone. Like nothing was even here," he continues. "The gods, or a spirit."
"Maybe the gods wanted them," he says, finding himself reaching further and further as time went on, unaware that he's feeding Ever's imagination unintentionally. "That would explain why everything is gone. Like nothing was even here," he continues. "The gods, or a spirit."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
