October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Smiling at the back of Finn's head as he enters the office, feeling overwhelming proud of him in a way she couldn't quite articulate, Tobi steps over the threshold without any of the trepidation her counterpart is experiencing. "He's with his wife now. There is that, at least." That Cian was married was a bit of forgotten trivia given the face he presented to the rest of the Order, but Tobi was not so young that she'd forgotten.
Going to one of the bookshelves, Tobi runs her fingers along the thick spines, noticing that no dust had accumulated yet. Perhaps it was something about the room itself; self-cleaning, fire-warmed, and always ominous. No one would put it past Cian, surely. "Are we here for anything in particular?" She wonders, setting down her canvas bag of sandwiches before giving the fireplace a cursory glance to make sure the grate was closed and that none of the embers were going to fly out.
Going to one of the bookshelves, Tobi runs her fingers along the thick spines, noticing that no dust had accumulated yet. Perhaps it was something about the room itself; self-cleaning, fire-warmed, and always ominous. No one would put it past Cian, surely. "Are we here for anything in particular?" She wonders, setting down her canvas bag of sandwiches before giving the fireplace a cursory glance to make sure the grate was closed and that none of the embers were going to fly out.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
