FINN
There’s no reason for Finn to be anywhere near Tobi’s apartments, and in truth his feet have taken him there quite by accident. He’s been down to the clinic to get a replenishment of sleeping medication - something he has been uncharacteristically compliant about since coming around from his sickness - but whilst he’s there... he hears music. And he may as well be attached to each stroke of those piano keys; they tug him on invisible strings towards the source.
So Finn finds himself at an open door, a paper bag in one hand and a half eaten pastry in the other, the Spyglass lingering at the threshold as if there’s a force field preventing him going any further. The music is vibrant in its melancholy; a deep violet mist that shrouds Finn, rooting him in place. ”Doctor Hart?” he calls out, hesitant of stopping the song, but needing to know anyway.
So Finn finds himself at an open door, a paper bag in one hand and a half eaten pastry in the other, the Spyglass lingering at the threshold as if there’s a force field preventing him going any further. The music is vibrant in its melancholy; a deep violet mist that shrouds Finn, rooting him in place. ”Doctor Hart?” he calls out, hesitant of stopping the song, but needing to know anyway.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
