FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"And how lucky for the remaining relics that you still have eight more fingers," Finn replies smoothly, lifting the dregs of his wine in a cheers that has no right to be as sunny as it is, before he drains the last of the wine. (However the conversation is crashing and burning, one thing is for certain - Remi's wine really is good).
The Lullaby is still more versed in this came of pass-the-knife, though, and the way Finn blanches tells that Remi has hit home. "Not currently," he says dryly, pushing at his empty wine glass with his finger so that it tilts precariously (that's how you use that word, Dan Brown, you fucking idiot).
As for Ronin, Finn's eyebrows raise, but it's with an honest nod that he accepts all of what Remi says. "I'm glad that you have him," he says softly. "What about the two of you? Any more children planned, or are the twins enough?"
The Lullaby is still more versed in this came of pass-the-knife, though, and the way Finn blanches tells that Remi has hit home. "Not currently," he says dryly, pushing at his empty wine glass with his finger so that it tilts precariously (that's how you use that word, Dan Brown, you fucking idiot).
As for Ronin, Finn's eyebrows raise, but it's with an honest nod that he accepts all of what Remi says. "I'm glad that you have him," he says softly. "What about the two of you? Any more children planned, or are the twins enough?"
that the soul is revealed
