she sees angels in the architecture
Tobi rounds the corner, and in the stillness of the shadows she doesn't quite see Finn. Not until he takes that last damning step. Yes, hours ago Tobi had rather adored the Spyglass's closeness, but now, with thoughts of intruders or gods, ascended walking the halls, to feel Finn against her was absolutely terrifying.
That was the clinking, she realized. An ascended. Their machine parts. It was broken, so it came here, and—
"NO, I'LL LIGHT THESE ON FIRE, I'LL—" Tobi throws her fistful of wooden sticks at Finn's face, before reaching into her pocket. "I have matches, I'll—"
But she didn't, and now she was going to be bitten, and oh gods—
—finn?
Blinking at the Spyglass, entirely uncomprehending, Tobi continues fumbling in her pocket as if she really was still looking for her non-existent matches. "Finn?"
That was the clinking, she realized. An ascended. Their machine parts. It was broken, so it came here, and—
"NO, I'LL LIGHT THESE ON FIRE, I'LL—" Tobi throws her fistful of wooden sticks at Finn's face, before reaching into her pocket. "I have matches, I'll—"
But she didn't, and now she was going to be bitten, and oh gods—
—finn?
Blinking at the Spyglass, entirely uncomprehending, Tobi continues fumbling in her pocket as if she really was still looking for her non-existent matches. "Finn?"
spinning in infinity
