finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"Thank you," Finn murmurs against soft, sweet lips that come to press against his own, and even as Tobi settles back, his arms slip around her so they might stand, just for a moment or two, in the easy serenity of a decision made and a crisis averted. (Or something like that). As for going to see Remi again, Finn wrinkles his nose and shakes his head to the doctor.
"I think a letter might be better. As a compromise, if you would like to write it then I am happy to proof-read it and ensure that you don't unintentionally tell one of Caido's demigods to insert his head somewhere acrobatic." Perhaps the storm in Finn's eyes has parted enough to reveal a glimmer of playfulness, but the gods know he'll never tell.
"I think a letter might be better. As a compromise, if you would like to write it then I am happy to proof-read it and ensure that you don't unintentionally tell one of Caido's demigods to insert his head somewhere acrobatic." Perhaps the storm in Finn's eyes has parted enough to reveal a glimmer of playfulness, but the gods know he'll never tell.
it always feels so stark
