awareness is the enemy of sanity
It really is her, and for all the way that the world around her shimmers, for all of the halos of colour that stream out of her like rainbows, Finn is there too. He’s there and gods, it hurts. ”I’ve been having the most terrible dreams,” he whispers, gaze flickering around them, as if realising he’s cushioned by ashes, realising how hot it is and how oppressive the air feels.
Of course he tries to get his elbows under him, a fresh sheen of sweat on is brow as he glances around further, recognising Torchline. ”I was... I was in the Hollowed Grounds,” he says. ”I was... Tobi, no.” He tries to push her hand away, suddenly panicked - though honestly, he’s got no strength left in him. ”I’m sick, you... you need to go.”
Of course he tries to get his elbows under him, a fresh sheen of sweat on is brow as he glances around further, recognising Torchline. ”I was... I was in the Hollowed Grounds,” he says. ”I was... Tobi, no.” He tries to push her hand away, suddenly panicked - though honestly, he’s got no strength left in him. ”I’m sick, you... you need to go.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
