Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall
You're watching Finn, but only to make sure that his breathing stays steady. So it is that you hardly notice when he properly drifts off to sleep. Your mind has been working out different things you might say to Falke. You need your counterpart to know what a bad way Finn is in without your tone immediately drawing him here. You feel an overwhelming need to protect (and this is only half because of your canine-tendencies), and though you trust Falke infinitely with Finn's wellbeing, still you think you want to keep him here, in the safety of this stillness for just a while longer.
Rising slowly from the bed, you pause to make sure that this slight change hasn't woken Finn. Though what you're about to do is a dangerous and reckless thing, its already grown roots in your mind. Moving to the other side of the bed, away from where Finn's closed eyes are facing, you lean down and whisper softly: "Okay Finn, I need you to keep your eyes closed, okay? Just keep them closed." Your heart is in your throat now as you glance over your shoulder. There is not a lot of room up here for what you're about to do, and you're absolutely kicking yourself for not having prepared better.
Swallowing hard, you lean into the opalescent swelling you feel inside of yourself, shifting as seamlessly and silently as you can manage. It's difficult though, with four cloven hooves suddenly on the ground and a body not meant for small a-frame spaces. You're so white as to nearly shine despite Finn having drawn down the curtains and the low light in this room. Stay asleep, Finn. You plea silently as you curl your neck and touch his shoulder with your horn.
Rising slowly from the bed, you pause to make sure that this slight change hasn't woken Finn. Though what you're about to do is a dangerous and reckless thing, its already grown roots in your mind. Moving to the other side of the bed, away from where Finn's closed eyes are facing, you lean down and whisper softly: "Okay Finn, I need you to keep your eyes closed, okay? Just keep them closed." Your heart is in your throat now as you glance over your shoulder. There is not a lot of room up here for what you're about to do, and you're absolutely kicking yourself for not having prepared better.
Swallowing hard, you lean into the opalescent swelling you feel inside of yourself, shifting as seamlessly and silently as you can manage. It's difficult though, with four cloven hooves suddenly on the ground and a body not meant for small a-frame spaces. You're so white as to nearly shine despite Finn having drawn down the curtains and the low light in this room. Stay asleep, Finn. You plea silently as you curl your neck and touch his shoulder with your horn.
October
