October
let me see you through
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
"Maybe it isn't up to you." You say with a small crinkle of the skin around your nose, smiling happily up at Finn which similarly causes laugh lines around your eyes.
Watching as Finn raises his arm, you turn in your chair to grab a marker from the drawer. "I do indeed want to. It's why I asked." You sass back brightly, reaching for his arm. Pausing as your eyes lock, you tilt your head to the side, long lashes fluttering behind a wall of dark bangs: the picture of innocence. "Prefer your right hand for what, Finn?" You wonder, before grinning mercilessly.
You don't sign his cast, so much as you doodle. Writing down the chords he'd sung to you the day before while he was trying to distract himself, you sketch out the accompanying piano keys, colouring in the three notes of each chord required. It takes a moment or two, and though you are a doctor, your handwriting is impeccably neat and precise. "There!" You exclaim, stepping back to reveal your work. Having blocked your progress with your shoulder as you drew, you proudly place the lid back on the pen, dark eyes rising to Finn's face to see what he makes of your work.
Watching as Finn raises his arm, you turn in your chair to grab a marker from the drawer. "I do indeed want to. It's why I asked." You sass back brightly, reaching for his arm. Pausing as your eyes lock, you tilt your head to the side, long lashes fluttering behind a wall of dark bangs: the picture of innocence. "Prefer your right hand for what, Finn?" You wonder, before grinning mercilessly.
You don't sign his cast, so much as you doodle. Writing down the chords he'd sung to you the day before while he was trying to distract himself, you sketch out the accompanying piano keys, colouring in the three notes of each chord required. It takes a moment or two, and though you are a doctor, your handwriting is impeccably neat and precise. "There!" You exclaim, stepping back to reveal your work. Having blocked your progress with your shoulder as you drew, you proudly place the lid back on the pen, dark eyes rising to Finn's face to see what he makes of your work.
When the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less
& you don't know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less
