we are all broken
It’s true; whilst Finn is usually observant by nature, he’s a little distracted by the star spangled twilight and the prospect of music in their near future. So, sinking onto the bench with her and shrugging his guitar off his shoulder, he’s oblivious to the fact that October’s usually energetic nature leans more towards nerves today. Raising his eyebrows and glancing up at the pale wings that circle overhead.
”Oh, well...” He smiles across at her, his hands already plucking at the strings of his guitar to tune it. ”That’s Artemide. I was asked to look after her, by Safrin.” His eyes are firmly on the instrument now, flicking every now and then to the array mbira as if wondering if it really does sound like rain.
”Oh, well...” He smiles across at her, his hands already plucking at the strings of his guitar to tune it. ”That’s Artemide. I was asked to look after her, by Safrin.” His eyes are firmly on the instrument now, flicking every now and then to the array mbira as if wondering if it really does sound like rain.
that’s how the light gets in
