October
let me see you through
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
"It is strong stuff." You warn. Though your tone might be stern, your smile is still playful and infectious enough to suggest you aren't about to wean him off the drugs quite yet.
"I'm not sure it would count as a right hook then. More like a left-club." Still, it would cause quite a bruise, and though you won't ever encourage violence, you are reassured that Finn is able to make and continue jokes. Even ones made at the Orator's expense. "I should mention that to Seraphina so that she stocks up on protractors, lest Dorian gets any ideas." Sera is a firecracker, better than you in every conceivable way. Younger, gorgeous, outgoing, and more than seeing Finn throw a punch at the Orator, you'd rather like to see the Orator try a pick-up line on the Artificer.
Your gaze has been softly focused on Finn, not wanting to stare but not wanting to seem bored of him either. Now your eyes widen slightly as does your smile. Tilting your head with one eye narrowed in playful annoyance, you huff out a stream of air that pushes your bangs aside. "Tired of talking to me already?" You laugh, seeing as you won't be able to converse much more once you're on the bed covered in fur. There's absolutely no offense taken though as you shoot Finn a crooked smile. "If I was your doctor, I would advise against this, you know."
But right now, you're not. You're just October.
"I'm not sure it would count as a right hook then. More like a left-club." Still, it would cause quite a bruise, and though you won't ever encourage violence, you are reassured that Finn is able to make and continue jokes. Even ones made at the Orator's expense. "I should mention that to Seraphina so that she stocks up on protractors, lest Dorian gets any ideas." Sera is a firecracker, better than you in every conceivable way. Younger, gorgeous, outgoing, and more than seeing Finn throw a punch at the Orator, you'd rather like to see the Orator try a pick-up line on the Artificer.
Your gaze has been softly focused on Finn, not wanting to stare but not wanting to seem bored of him either. Now your eyes widen slightly as does your smile. Tilting your head with one eye narrowed in playful annoyance, you huff out a stream of air that pushes your bangs aside. "Tired of talking to me already?" You laugh, seeing as you won't be able to converse much more once you're on the bed covered in fur. There's absolutely no offense taken though as you shoot Finn a crooked smile. "If I was your doctor, I would advise against this, you know."
But right now, you're not. You're just October.
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
