memory’s so treacherous
Finn isn't trembling, but that's only because he's used to his exquisitely bad luck, used to the Eye's penetrating gaze, to being on the receiving end of enigmatic disdain. "Sorry. I ought to have kept a better hold on it," he says to Cian, accepting the ball as it's placed into his palm, his other hand still buried in Tobi's soft fur. "Uh... thank you." He watches the Eye go, almost knocked on his ass again once he's finally out of sight thanks to Tobi's nudging. "Hey..."
He's absolutely not in the right sort of shape to be running up the stairs to the towers, so Finn does his best to ascend after the canine, ball still clutched in his hands. He doesn't appear until a few minutes after she's shifted back, a little dizzy and a lot out of breath as he approaches down the corridor. "Are you... alright...?" he pants, his curls even more of a mess, his legs and chest burning.
He's absolutely not in the right sort of shape to be running up the stairs to the towers, so Finn does his best to ascend after the canine, ball still clutched in his hands. He doesn't appear until a few minutes after she's shifted back, a little dizzy and a lot out of breath as he approaches down the corridor. "Are you... alright...?" he pants, his curls even more of a mess, his legs and chest burning.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
