October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
"Well, his lack of creativity is not your problem either." The doctor says somewhat callously, before catching herself and sighing apologetically. "I don't know. But of all the demigods in this world, Remi Taliesin is not one who has ever put your best interests first."
Releasing Finn's hand if only so that she could delicately place her palms on his cheeks, the doctor peered up into the ex-spyglass's eyes. Gods, it had been months since she'd seen a storm within them, and when last she had it had simply been over a scheduling conflict and a stack of misplaced guitar strings.
Loving Finn had always been a choice, and though it hadn't been a particularly routine or easy one, it wasn't one the doctor had ever regretted. "You're right. I have. I'm happy to hear a counterargument—" She nearly teases him by calling him Mr. Rosencrantz, though decides against it. "—but regardless, it is me who will bear the responsibility for what comes of this, not you." That, at least, she could carry for Finn. Would carry for him.
"Besides, I truly can't believe that your glasses are the only thing in all the world that stands between our salvation and doom. If they were that important, the gods could make another pair. If they aren't, then they aren't and the demigods can find some other way."
Releasing Finn's hand if only so that she could delicately place her palms on his cheeks, the doctor peered up into the ex-spyglass's eyes. Gods, it had been months since she'd seen a storm within them, and when last she had it had simply been over a scheduling conflict and a stack of misplaced guitar strings.
Loving Finn had always been a choice, and though it hadn't been a particularly routine or easy one, it wasn't one the doctor had ever regretted. "You're right. I have. I'm happy to hear a counterargument—" She nearly teases him by calling him Mr. Rosencrantz, though decides against it. "—but regardless, it is me who will bear the responsibility for what comes of this, not you." That, at least, she could carry for Finn. Would carry for him.
"Besides, I truly can't believe that your glasses are the only thing in all the world that stands between our salvation and doom. If they were that important, the gods could make another pair. If they aren't, then they aren't and the demigods can find some other way."
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
