October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"It is pretty." You agree, watching the way his fingers flinch out various chord-shapes on the handle. "She is, too." Because you're not one to beat around the bush, and though you think you might be wrong, you think there is more to this. Falke, what would you say? You wonder, as you simply stand in the ripples of Finn's memory, a gentle if not useless presence in this moment you haven't been invited to.
Meeting his gaze this time, your dark almond-shaped eyes full of an eternal source of comfort and kindness, you return his sad smile with a soothing one of your won. "Your mind is no place for me." Perhaps that's your own sad truth, but you'll not ask Finn to carry your shortcomings. If what he says is true, he will always need Falke, not you. "Besides, already you've showered and dressed yourself. You've even walked over here on your own. You already need me less and less." You point out with an encouraging smile.
Meeting his gaze this time, your dark almond-shaped eyes full of an eternal source of comfort and kindness, you return his sad smile with a soothing one of your won. "Your mind is no place for me." Perhaps that's your own sad truth, but you'll not ask Finn to carry your shortcomings. If what he says is true, he will always need Falke, not you. "Besides, already you've showered and dressed yourself. You've even walked over here on your own. You already need me less and less." You point out with an encouraging smile.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
