we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
Finn has been able to hold it together until about now.
Letters have been sent, conversations have been had, and possessions have been collected.
And now he sits on the couch in Tobi's apartment, as he has been for the past hour, maybe, still dressed in his long black coat with a stack of papers on the coffee table in front of him. They're a multitude of things; information about the Peepholes, old maps of the Oerwoud, some articles about the things fabled to live in that environment.
And Finn isn't looking at any of them. No, his stormy gaze is on the very handsome glasses case he's rolling between his hands. He hasn't opened it yet - he doesn't dare to - but at the same time he can't seem to take his eyes away from it.
Letters have been sent, conversations have been had, and possessions have been collected.
And now he sits on the couch in Tobi's apartment, as he has been for the past hour, maybe, still dressed in his long black coat with a stack of papers on the coffee table in front of him. They're a multitude of things; information about the Peepholes, old maps of the Oerwoud, some articles about the things fabled to live in that environment.
And Finn isn't looking at any of them. No, his stormy gaze is on the very handsome glasses case he's rolling between his hands. He hasn't opened it yet - he doesn't dare to - but at the same time he can't seem to take his eyes away from it.
FINN
