finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
Their lives have settled into the sort of routine where Finn knows the days where Ever will be having dinner either with Mateo at the Greatwood or at the Collegium with his friend. And all things considered (especially between he and Tobi), the Spyglass is actually enjoying it all. It's true that there are still some uncomfortable loose ends to tie up when it comes to what happened out at the Sea of Glass, but given that he wasn't actually in attendance, the deadlines don't feel as though they are on him for once.
He's been at home from his office for about an hour, having swapped his work clothes for a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, sitting with his back comfortably against the bottom of the couch and his guitar in his lap. The music sheets scattered around him are mostly blank, and there's a pencil tucked behind his ear as he teases out a new tune, looking for all the world as if nothing else could possibly exist in the moment.
He's been at home from his office for about an hour, having swapped his work clothes for a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, sitting with his back comfortably against the bottom of the couch and his guitar in his lap. The music sheets scattered around him are mostly blank, and there's a pencil tucked behind his ear as he teases out a new tune, looking for all the world as if nothing else could possibly exist in the moment.
it always feels so stark
