Apéritif

the spyglass

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

"Both, then," he says, his cheeks still flushed pink, though this time there's a small smile on his face that might be something like pride. He watches the way Five and Eight interact so freely (well, one of them does anyway), and though Eight accepts the other drumstick, he merely picks it apart, and maybe only one percent of it actually makes it to his lips.

Glancing between Nineteen and Nine, Finn instead opts for Remi again, finishing his whiskey and tilting his head. "I suppose we will become versions of ourselves eventually as well, won't we," he says. "I wonder who else we might become." The future seems to warble around the table, men whose faces are wrapped in darkness, who could be light or darkness depending on the decisions their present selves make.

"It was really nice to meet you, Remi," Finn says suddenly, lifting his gaze to the boys around the table. "I wish we had done this sooner."

now all my stories have been told; except for one

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!