October
let me see you through
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
"I bet it feels good to melt." You counter with a smile. "Like a really, really good massage, where all the tension just melts away, and you're left in a puddle." You think good sex might be able to do that as well, but in present company, you're not going to mention that. Good job Tobi, way to finally learn from your mistakes.
Looking down on Finn you don't see a man you want to take to bed, someone to force between your thighs or up against walls as others have. In fact, you don't even recognize Finn when he's like this, all watery blue eyes and white teeth. You can't tell if this is real, or just another layer of him, the former stripped away by shedding dogs and morphine. Letting his cast bump against your hand, you let your fingers wrap around his wrist, not that he can feel it.
Your teeth softly pulse together; you have so much to apologize for, especially to this man who you've failed so spectacularly. Looking down at his cast, your eyes looking almost black through narrowed dark lashes, you think of all the ways this could have prevented. Things you should have done. Things you shouldn't have let yourself believe about yourself, and Finn. "Oh you have? I must have missed the mystery illness you'd been plagued with before when I was going through your charts." You smirk back, your thumb brushing against where the underside of his wrist is, beneath the cast.
Looking down on Finn you don't see a man you want to take to bed, someone to force between your thighs or up against walls as others have. In fact, you don't even recognize Finn when he's like this, all watery blue eyes and white teeth. You can't tell if this is real, or just another layer of him, the former stripped away by shedding dogs and morphine. Letting his cast bump against your hand, you let your fingers wrap around his wrist, not that he can feel it.
Your teeth softly pulse together; you have so much to apologize for, especially to this man who you've failed so spectacularly. Looking down at his cast, your eyes looking almost black through narrowed dark lashes, you think of all the ways this could have prevented. Things you should have done. Things you shouldn't have let yourself believe about yourself, and Finn. "Oh you have? I must have missed the mystery illness you'd been plagued with before when I was going through your charts." You smirk back, your thumb brushing against where the underside of his wrist is, beneath the cast.
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
