FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
Smiling softly, and with a blush hot on his cheeks to match Tobi's, Finn nods and clasps her a little closer. "I don't know that I don't love you," he points out, even if it makes nerves hop and jump in his throat. Ignoring them, he leans in and lets his lips ghost across her own; it can barely be called a kiss, but in the scope of everything that Finn is and where he started compared to where he finds himself now, it's huge.
The moment has to end, though, as all moments are wont to do, and he eventually lets his arms slip from around her and holds out the sleeping shirt so he can help her into it. Once she's as dressed as it gets for bedtime, he tugs on a pair of sweatpants and considers the abandoned pile of clothes on the floor. And he ignores them. Then he picks them up. Then he folds them, and puts them back on the floor again.
"Shall we sleep?" he asks softly.
The moment has to end, though, as all moments are wont to do, and he eventually lets his arms slip from around her and holds out the sleeping shirt so he can help her into it. Once she's as dressed as it gets for bedtime, he tugs on a pair of sweatpants and considers the abandoned pile of clothes on the floor. And he ignores them. Then he picks them up. Then he folds them, and puts them back on the floor again.
"Shall we sleep?" he asks softly.
that the soul is revealed
