October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
To say she's surprised that Finn knows a game as innocuous and whimsical as cat's cradle is an understatement, but Tobi just smiles and nods. "Yes, it's what I need help with. Like I said, it takes four hands." She adds softly. It's a gamble to think that a bit of string might bind the Spyglass, but then, Finn might just be the sort of man for whom dropping out of the game might seem intolerable. It's what she hopes for, at least.
'And now I do this...' Though he's never seen her do this before, as Tobi lowers her head to inspect the x's formed by his hands, horn pushes through the curtain of her bangs. Only once its within Finn's field of vision does she pause momentarily, lest he flinch and stab himself. If he doesn't, as she reaches for the intersecting bits of string, she'll touch the jut of her horn against his fingers to gently heal the bloody ribbons his guitar strings have wounded. It's the least of Finn's injuries to be sure, but perhaps the easiest to fix.
"Now you." Tobi says, holding the string out towards him and ignoring how his blood is already soaking into the white material.
'And now I do this...' Though he's never seen her do this before, as Tobi lowers her head to inspect the x's formed by his hands, horn pushes through the curtain of her bangs. Only once its within Finn's field of vision does she pause momentarily, lest he flinch and stab himself. If he doesn't, as she reaches for the intersecting bits of string, she'll touch the jut of her horn against his fingers to gently heal the bloody ribbons his guitar strings have wounded. It's the least of Finn's injuries to be sure, but perhaps the easiest to fix.
"Now you." Tobi says, holding the string out towards him and ignoring how his blood is already soaking into the white material.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
