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the spyglass

I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun

In so many iterations of themselves, Finn has been afraid of Remi in these situations. He's stretched himself thin across the swell of his own sanity; he's played hero and villain and everywhere in between; he's brandished knives and submerged himself in ink, letting it stain his tongue and creep beneath his eyelids. But as the Lullaby appears now, stepping through parted trees like stitches that have popped open, Finn feels nothing like fear.

It's a complicated mix of emotions to be sure. But it isn't fear any more.

For all the macabre nature of this dream, it is still a dream by the Spyglass's standards. They are not in nightmare territory yet, but perhaps Remi's presence will give it the delightful shove it needs. "I don't know," he confesses, reaching for a bottle of red wine this time, refilling his glass.

"I suppose I might be dreaming about you. It wouldn't be the first time." Narrowing his eyes, he tilts his head at Remi. "...But I don't think that is the case, this time."

now all my stories have been told; except for one

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!