blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn shouldn't be smiling at this, but he can't help himself; he's also never once seen October this worked up or angry, and so he regrettably has little idea about how serious she might be. Instead his free hand comes up as if to smooth down her dark hair, the other squeezing against her own where it's still pressed against his chest. "That means a lot. Even more, coming from you," he admits, leaning in to let his lips ghost across hers.
And he almost says it - he almost says you can have me, but in truth no one has ever let him belong to himself before, and selfishly the Spyglass is relishing it too much to even consider the future just now. "At least I know that telling him to go fuck himself was justified," he murmurs instead, and he even has the nerve to sound smug about it.
And he almost says it - he almost says you can have me, but in truth no one has ever let him belong to himself before, and selfishly the Spyglass is relishing it too much to even consider the future just now. "At least I know that telling him to go fuck himself was justified," he murmurs instead, and he even has the nerve to sound smug about it.
FINN
