FINN
and into the forest i go,
Her excitement is uncomfortable, given the nature of what Finn sees, what he thinks is attributed to the glasses and what isn’t. (It’s the isn’t that’s the problem, honestly). Still, he can only nod along in agreement with her, not the type to rock the boat, especially when she’s agreed to lend them help with something so arguably important. And for the low price of friendship? Who is he to say no?
Delphia has already admitted to being odd, and when she states outright that she’d like to hold his hand, Finn starts to believe it. But strangely enough, it’s the prior admission that makes it less strange, and he finds himself settling around her. Her warmth and enthusiasm is a balm on nerves made sharp and pointy by the world. Quite without thinking, he reaches out to take it, his hands cool, fingertips calloused.
”Rituals to soothe my soul,” he echoes, furrowing his brow and waiting for her to lead the way. ”You sound rather confident about that.”
Delphia has already admitted to being odd, and when she states outright that she’d like to hold his hand, Finn starts to believe it. But strangely enough, it’s the prior admission that makes it less strange, and he finds himself settling around her. Her warmth and enthusiasm is a balm on nerves made sharp and pointy by the world. Quite without thinking, he reaches out to take it, his hands cool, fingertips calloused.
”Rituals to soothe my soul,” he echoes, furrowing his brow and waiting for her to lead the way. ”You sound rather confident about that.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
