i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
About halfway. Finn doesn't know whether to be relieved or to be horrified by the turn of events, and his lips part to speak, only for the ice to drip cool water against his lips and tongue. "Perhaps we can go to the Celestine after this is done?" he suggests, his voice little more than a rasp in the warm room. "Like we planned to?" Before this. Before he'd been called to Torchline to scoop out his brains and his free will and set them on his bedside table.
It's likely his first moment of lucidity in these past four days, between screaming hallucinations and full body aches, between tremors and sweating and sickness and begging for something to take the edge off, if only for a few minutes. Blinking up at Tobi, his fingers slip away from hers, and he swallows hard. "How are you?"
It's likely his first moment of lucidity in these past four days, between screaming hallucinations and full body aches, between tremors and sweating and sickness and begging for something to take the edge off, if only for a few minutes. Blinking up at Tobi, his fingers slip away from hers, and he swallows hard. "How are you?"
tucked away in your chest
FINN
