we are all broken
”October is wonderful,” Finn replies in a tone that suggests having snuggles with the Attuned, whilst near blissful for both of them, has ramped his temperature up again enough to make his mind hazy. He inches towards delirium happily, though, too exhausted and too drugged to really make anything of it, and as she slinks away he finds himself still smoothing his fingers through the fur she’s left behind.
Furrowing his brow, Finn glances around for her again and seems a bit worried, truth be told. ”Did she melt?” he wonders. That is the only explanation, really - why else would he be covered in fluff like this? ”I hope she didn’t melt. She was my left hand.”
Furrowing his brow, Finn glances around for her again and seems a bit worried, truth be told. ”Did she melt?” he wonders. That is the only explanation, really - why else would he be covered in fluff like this? ”I hope she didn’t melt. She was my left hand.”
that’s how the light gets in
