we are all broken
She’s so warm. The flutter of her heart against his hand is a drumbeat that steadies him - strange, really, that the way she falls apart puts him together. Insidious, almost. Finn can stare straight through her, his stormy eyes completely glazed as he takes all of her in. The rise and fall of her breast, the soft column of her throat—
and how easily would it crush beneath his fingers? Would it crunch and rustle, like craft paper?
—and the sweetness of her breath against his face. Finn could take away her colours, he thinks, and it would make her all better. It would take them away, maybe, and she can float in the sky and the stars forever. His hand tightens, his breath catches—
No. No, this is all wrong, it’s all wrong—
His teeth clench in a grimace, and tears spill from the corners of his eyes. ”Dream with me,” he begs, the words riding out on a trembling whisper. Finn leans in to close the distance between them with another whisper, this time of his lips against hers, like he can protect them both from himself with a kiss.
That’s what the stories say, right? About kisses being magic?
and how easily would it crush beneath his fingers? Would it crunch and rustle, like craft paper?
—and the sweetness of her breath against his face. Finn could take away her colours, he thinks, and it would make her all better. It would take them away, maybe, and she can float in the sky and the stars forever. His hand tightens, his breath catches—
No. No, this is all wrong, it’s all wrong—
His teeth clench in a grimace, and tears spill from the corners of his eyes. ”Dream with me,” he begs, the words riding out on a trembling whisper. Finn leans in to close the distance between them with another whisper, this time of his lips against hers, like he can protect them both from himself with a kiss.
That’s what the stories say, right? About kisses being magic?
that’s how the light gets in
