the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"I did say you would begin being hostile to me," Finn says mildly, though he does seem to realise something about his own behaviour as well, particularly with the other man's remarks about provocation. "I am sorry," he says, putting down his knife and fork and frowning, even as Remi erupts to his feet with fur and feathers and sharp talons. "You're right, of course. I am guilty of throwing kindness in your face far too often."
He remains seated, his hands folded in his bloody lap, pensive and quiet for a few moments. "Not scraps, I don't think. I... I suppose I only recently discovered that I belonged to myself. So even small parts of me feel important, when I give them away." Gazing up at Remi, he tries a smile and nods back to the seat.
"I shouldn't have snatched away your meal," he says by means of another apology. "Would you like something else instead? Or we could move onto dessert."
He remains seated, his hands folded in his bloody lap, pensive and quiet for a few moments. "Not scraps, I don't think. I... I suppose I only recently discovered that I belonged to myself. So even small parts of me feel important, when I give them away." Gazing up at Remi, he tries a smile and nods back to the seat.
"I shouldn't have snatched away your meal," he says by means of another apology. "Would you like something else instead? Or we could move onto dessert."
now all my stories have been told; except for one
