the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"I don't think I would mind that," Finn says softly, of losing his place at the head of the table. The mantle of responsibility is a hard one to carry, and all of these versions of himself have done it at some point. It would be nice to sit alongside them as comrades, rather than before them as a leader. Still, he can't help but be momentarily distracted by Five's cackling - it's enough to draw something of a smile from Eight's lips, and he finally takes a proper bite of his food (Five can treat that as a victory).
"Oh?" He tilts his head. "Leaving Stormbreak for where, I wonder?" Everywhere has crime, he supposes. Married and a sibling for Ever have him blushing right to the tips of his ears though, and he can't help but clear his throat and look away. "I think you will find something to ground you, and to grow you. Something to orient yourself around, like the eye in a hurricane. I don't know what yet, but I think it's on its way."
Raising his glass in a similar cheers (and there are drumsticks, lion bones and octopus tentacles instead of whiskey), he can only nod his immediate agreement. "Do you think we will ever have a conversation like this again?" Something easy. Something companionable.
"Oh?" He tilts his head. "Leaving Stormbreak for where, I wonder?" Everywhere has crime, he supposes. Married and a sibling for Ever have him blushing right to the tips of his ears though, and he can't help but clear his throat and look away. "I think you will find something to ground you, and to grow you. Something to orient yourself around, like the eye in a hurricane. I don't know what yet, but I think it's on its way."
Raising his glass in a similar cheers (and there are drumsticks, lion bones and octopus tentacles instead of whiskey), he can only nod his immediate agreement. "Do you think we will ever have a conversation like this again?" Something easy. Something companionable.
now all my stories have been told; except for one
