lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
You cock your head adorably to the side at the sound of his voice, all perked ears and lip slightly curled over a section of your teeth. Barking a loud note of excitement, your tail wags even harder as he leans against the fountain. Messily but enthusiastically you drink, likely covering his hand in water and slobber. With a wet pant, you hop down waiting for Finn to quench his own thirst.
The speed of your tail slows at what he says next, and you offer a sympathy wine. Moving to stand next to him, you roughly knock his hand with the top of your head before sitting down on one of his feet. This, for reasons you don't understand, is something you just instinctively do; berners all over the world have a habit of sitting on feet, such that they're prone to knocking people over by keeping them rooted in place.
Tilting your head all the way backward so that it rests against his leg, you open your mouth to pant happily, tongue lolling from the side. You haven't picked a cooler day, your honeyed-gaze seems to say. You've pick this one.
The speed of your tail slows at what he says next, and you offer a sympathy wine. Moving to stand next to him, you roughly knock his hand with the top of your head before sitting down on one of his feet. This, for reasons you don't understand, is something you just instinctively do; berners all over the world have a habit of sitting on feet, such that they're prone to knocking people over by keeping them rooted in place.
Tilting your head all the way backward so that it rests against his leg, you open your mouth to pant happily, tongue lolling from the side. You haven't picked a cooler day, your honeyed-gaze seems to say. You've pick this one.
October
