you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He’s upright with Tobi’s help, but the world is still star-spangled and shimmering, and it’s enough to make him want to hurl his guts onto the stone floor. It passes, by degrees, but Finn swears he’s actually sweat himself into a puddle as they amble the short distance (short, but so far) up to his door and his bookshelf. ”It’s the one... that sounds like this.”
Finn whistles a soft, sad tune through the air, reaching out with the hand not clutching onto Tobi and fumbling for the tome that tells tales of musical notes and how they form. ”This one,” he says, before turning and violently shaking the book out onto the flagstones. It completely ruins it in the process, pages splitting and ripping and the cover almost tearing away - but a key does tinkle out of it, bouncing off the stone.
”See?”
Finn whistles a soft, sad tune through the air, reaching out with the hand not clutching onto Tobi and fumbling for the tome that tells tales of musical notes and how they form. ”This one,” he says, before turning and violently shaking the book out onto the flagstones. It completely ruins it in the process, pages splitting and ripping and the cover almost tearing away - but a key does tinkle out of it, bouncing off the stone.
”See?”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
