memory’s so treacherous
He’s shivering - hard - and the touch to his cheeks is something he craves more than water, and that’s saying something. ”Tobi,” he whispers, his eyes almost rolling back in his head as he groans something incoherent, trying to focus. His body wants to seize up, he can feel it like an itch in his teeth, but he simply doesn’t have the strength. ”Everything doesn’t feel alright,” he says, his voice tight with pain.
Moments of lucidity are few and far between, and especially now, the Spyglass almost wishes he didn’t realise where he was and how he got there. ”How long...?” he wants to know, reaching up with cold and clammy fingers to brush them over the back of her hand, unsure if he’s still dreaming. His dreams start out sane sometimes, before it goes downhill.
Moments of lucidity are few and far between, and especially now, the Spyglass almost wishes he didn’t realise where he was and how he got there. ”How long...?” he wants to know, reaching up with cold and clammy fingers to brush them over the back of her hand, unsure if he’s still dreaming. His dreams start out sane sometimes, before it goes downhill.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
