FINN
and into the forest i go,
And honestly? Finn has never slept better in all the time in his recent memory, medicated or otherwise. He punctuates her fairytale narration with his soft snoring after a while, her voice seeming to reach deeply into his subconscious to soothe and chase away any rising nightmares. His dreams are whimsical and pleasant, staying far from the shadows that lurk in his mind, and when Tobi finally does shift to accommodate sleeping arrangements, the Spyglass doesn't stir.
He doesn't stir all night, either.
Only when the rumblings from the clinic suggest that the working day has well and truly begun does Finn even start to surface from his slumber; he's stretched comfortable on the couch with his hands plunged into soft, fluffy fur, his cheek lolling against a warm, canine head as he begins to come around. Humming out a sigh, he peels his eyes open to peek around a place he doesn't immediately recognise. And yet, he's so comfortable and rested that he doesn't even care, currently.
Absent fingers scritch into the scruff of Tobi's fur, Finn lolling back into the cushions as if prepared for another doze.
He doesn't stir all night, either.
Only when the rumblings from the clinic suggest that the working day has well and truly begun does Finn even start to surface from his slumber; he's stretched comfortable on the couch with his hands plunged into soft, fluffy fur, his cheek lolling against a warm, canine head as he begins to come around. Humming out a sigh, he peels his eyes open to peek around a place he doesn't immediately recognise. And yet, he's so comfortable and rested that he doesn't even care, currently.
Absent fingers scritch into the scruff of Tobi's fur, Finn lolling back into the cushions as if prepared for another doze.
to lose my mind and find my soul
