the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"Thank you. I'm not sure it's either, though... selfish as that might seem. I think right now I just want to be able to solve problems." Instead of making them, as it feels like he has done for most of his life. "To give answers to people who need them." It's an academic workout for his mind if nothing else, with a side effect in that it helps people.
The mention of Remi's heart has the Spyglass glancing to the box again, peering into it at the starlight peeping through dragon scales, at the machinery and the moss. "I think you need to steal Christmas, and then give it back again," he says suddenly, before his cheeks flush crimson suddenly and he lets out a boyish laugh. "Sorry, it... I think it is an old Outlander story. Tobi was reading it to me - you can borrow it if you like." The offer comes out so easily that he doesn't even try to take it back, though Finn is glad of the distraction as the other Remis surge forward.
Five receives a smile, ill-matched as he is to Finn's younger self, though Eight is intelligent enough to offer the hawk up for feasting. He wiggles on his chair a bit, giving the other boy room to share with him. Nineteen and Twenty-One, while very alike in age, could not seem more different, and the Spyglass finds himself glancing between them with a soft frown. "I'm sorry, for whatever happened," he says quietly.
Nine catches his attention mostly, though - Finn recognises in him the boy from the brothel above all the others. His own silk-clad Twenty-One recognises him too, tilting his head and watching him curiously, though of course he says nothing. He keeps secrets, and he always will.
The mention of Remi's heart has the Spyglass glancing to the box again, peering into it at the starlight peeping through dragon scales, at the machinery and the moss. "I think you need to steal Christmas, and then give it back again," he says suddenly, before his cheeks flush crimson suddenly and he lets out a boyish laugh. "Sorry, it... I think it is an old Outlander story. Tobi was reading it to me - you can borrow it if you like." The offer comes out so easily that he doesn't even try to take it back, though Finn is glad of the distraction as the other Remis surge forward.
Five receives a smile, ill-matched as he is to Finn's younger self, though Eight is intelligent enough to offer the hawk up for feasting. He wiggles on his chair a bit, giving the other boy room to share with him. Nineteen and Twenty-One, while very alike in age, could not seem more different, and the Spyglass finds himself glancing between them with a soft frown. "I'm sorry, for whatever happened," he says quietly.
Nine catches his attention mostly, though - Finn recognises in him the boy from the brothel above all the others. His own silk-clad Twenty-One recognises him too, tilting his head and watching him curiously, though of course he says nothing. He keeps secrets, and he always will.
now all my stories have been told; except for one
