the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"What you choose to think of me is none of my business," Finn points out as he carves up another chunk of Remi's liver, letting it melt on his tongue. Processing poison is never something the Spyglass will turn down, though he does raise his eyebrows as he realised his own strip of flesh remains untouched. "I thought we agreed we would not be rude," he remarks. Overhead the cliffs continue to climb, and the feast, plump and tempting, remains before them both.
"The offer is there," he says, leaving it up to Remi to pursue or leave things as they lay. And if he is aware of the painful mix of violence and arousal in his compatriot, he navigates it as casually as anything else in the dream. "Of course I can," Finn says of his heart, smiling as if they are sharing a joke. "And of course it is mine to give. All of me belongs to all of me. It is mine to do with as I wish. Besides, I am only offering you a taste."
So saying, the knife comes up again and Finn reaches within himself, carefully extracting a small but not insignificant amount of his right ventricle. "I feel as though people think I am soft-hearted, but I suppose this will be the real test. Perhaps I will be tender."
"The offer is there," he says, leaving it up to Remi to pursue or leave things as they lay. And if he is aware of the painful mix of violence and arousal in his compatriot, he navigates it as casually as anything else in the dream. "Of course I can," Finn says of his heart, smiling as if they are sharing a joke. "And of course it is mine to give. All of me belongs to all of me. It is mine to do with as I wish. Besides, I am only offering you a taste."
So saying, the knife comes up again and Finn reaches within himself, carefully extracting a small but not insignificant amount of his right ventricle. "I feel as though people think I am soft-hearted, but I suppose this will be the real test. Perhaps I will be tender."
now all my stories have been told; except for one
