memory’s so treacherous
Gods, he’s a damned fool. Gritting his teeth against any further screams that want to rip from his throat, Finn is suddenly altogether very aware of what has just occurred and what a ridiculous, impulsive, out of character thing it is he’s just done. Tobi is by his side and his vision is too blurred by pain to do anything other than follow her direction, and he slumps against the wall because it’s the closest thing available.
Jaw feathering, he tries not to look at his ruined hand, the Spyglass sheet white and pallid. ”Th-that was n-not a s-smart thing to do, was it?” he manages, trying and failing to stop shivers racking through his body. Blood is streaming down his wrist, staining the clean and pale shirt, and he feels like he might throw up all of that water after all. ”I think I’d l-like to be restrained to the bed... Wh-when we get downstairs.” It’s a plea, more than anything - please stop me from doing these things.
Jaw feathering, he tries not to look at his ruined hand, the Spyglass sheet white and pallid. ”Th-that was n-not a s-smart thing to do, was it?” he manages, trying and failing to stop shivers racking through his body. Blood is streaming down his wrist, staining the clean and pale shirt, and he feels like he might throw up all of that water after all. ”I think I’d l-like to be restrained to the bed... Wh-when we get downstairs.” It’s a plea, more than anything - please stop me from doing these things.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
