FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"I thought that was inferred, yes," Finn murmurs to the table, though his eyes can't seem to settle on any one particular thing any more, and his hands are clenched against the top of his thighs hard enough to leave crescents in his palms. And when Remi comes out with it - having sex, because of course they were - Finn peels away the part of himself that wants to go and throw up in said bathroom, forcing it to sit and wait in the corner of his mind.
"I can't say I have experienced it personally, but I have often been used as a tool for such things," he says dryly. It comes hand in hand with being a prostitute, Remi, don't you know? Perhaps you should try that out, if you want a little tête-à-tête with the Spyglass's history.
Scoffing out a laugh that specks the table red, Finn can only shake his head at the other man's last comment. Don't worry is to the Spyglass as don't be murdery is to the Lullaby.
"I can't say I have experienced it personally, but I have often been used as a tool for such things," he says dryly. It comes hand in hand with being a prostitute, Remi, don't you know? Perhaps you should try that out, if you want a little tête-à-tête with the Spyglass's history.
Scoffing out a laugh that specks the table red, Finn can only shake his head at the other man's last comment. Don't worry is to the Spyglass as don't be murdery is to the Lullaby.
that the soul is revealed
