you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
The final chords ring out across the apartment and Finn feels a smile creep across his face. Safrin's strings have the sun feeling as though it's warming his shoulders, and the scent of honeysuckle sweetens the air. He inhales deeply, and for the first time since before Flowerbirth it's as though the air fills his lungs all the way. Finn's smile grows, his shoulders relax, and he blinks himself back to the present.
It's at that moment that he notices the amber sphere on his desk, brows furrowing together. Approaching it, he can already sense something off about it, something screaming and sad. His fingers hover over it, before pulling away again. Finn swallows hard. "Thank you so much," he whispers to the deity who isn't present, and yet he feels them all the same.
~FIN
It's at that moment that he notices the amber sphere on his desk, brows furrowing together. Approaching it, he can already sense something off about it, something screaming and sad. His fingers hover over it, before pulling away again. Finn swallows hard. "Thank you so much," he whispers to the deity who isn't present, and yet he feels them all the same.
~FIN
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
