finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
He feels her hand against his shoulder like the lick of a flame, and Finn swears in that moment as he gazes at her that her aura is on fire as well. He's still not slept, he still needs to eat, he's still a mess. But he's kickstarted, and its better than the inertia that has seized him since discovering Cian's severed head in the Pacifist Plaza. (Or at least to Finn, it's better). "Thank you," he says to Tobi, and he means it.
"I will be home for dinner - I'll work with my office door open so I can hear the clock chime," he assures her, turning as if to put the books down on the desk only to find a picnic in the way. Faltering, Finn slowly lets himself ease back into the seat behind Cian's desk, offering a small smile to the woman he loves.
And she'll be pleased to notice that he's unpacking the sandwiches as she leaves, making sure to refuel before diving back into the whims of his research.
~FINnnnnohno
"I will be home for dinner - I'll work with my office door open so I can hear the clock chime," he assures her, turning as if to put the books down on the desk only to find a picnic in the way. Faltering, Finn slowly lets himself ease back into the seat behind Cian's desk, offering a small smile to the woman he loves.
And she'll be pleased to notice that he's unpacking the sandwiches as she leaves, making sure to refuel before diving back into the whims of his research.
~FINnnnnohno
it always feels so stark
