the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"I suppose so," Finn agrees, also considering the decanter but coming to much the same conclusion as the other man, leaving it be for now. Around them, the Spyglass's counterparts are settled in their various positions - Twelve is passed out on his empty plate and Twenty-One is enjoying the hazelnuts from the octopus. Fifteen, though, gazes up sharply at the man who goes running through the dream vista, Finn following him with his eyes.
"That might be a good idea," he agrees with a gentle nod, wondering (like Remi) if they are walking too closely towards each other in this instance. But for better or for worse, it seems as though they're going to be seeing more of each other in their dreams. "She did?" he asks. "Maybe you can use some of them for inspiration."
For now, though, there's still the feast, the food, and the strange company to enjoy. And Finn does enjoy it, despite himself.
~FIN
"That might be a good idea," he agrees with a gentle nod, wondering (like Remi) if they are walking too closely towards each other in this instance. But for better or for worse, it seems as though they're going to be seeing more of each other in their dreams. "She did?" he asks. "Maybe you can use some of them for inspiration."
For now, though, there's still the feast, the food, and the strange company to enjoy. And Finn does enjoy it, despite himself.
~FIN
now all my stories have been told; except for one
