[ iris' fingers drum a distracted rhythm against the pages of his sketchbook — not because he isn't paying attention to finn, but rather because he can't help but. he feels the itch to reach for the pencil left tucked behind his ear, to capture the brightness in front of him before talks of asteroids will surely make it fade.

when there is suddenly more of finn to see, iris finds himself hurriedly glancing away before he can help it. ]

It just never seemed necessary.

[ seattle has plenty of bodies of water, but he'd never once thought he'd ever leave the tower, and the madam never deigned to have a pool put in. belatedly, he wonders if that had been her attention all along — to deprive the demiflora under her watch one other way to escape her. ]

Dunno how good actively trying not to drown will help me focus, though. Think I'll just learn by watching this time.