Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"I'm not going anywhere." Finn sits down beside Tobi, shrugging off the bag again and readjusting the wet blanket and scarf around her so that the bark of the tree isn't quite so rough. "Here... you need to take small sips of this." He removes the half empty water bottle from the bag, uncapping it and keeping hold of it so she can't steal it away and chug it down. "Just sips for now. Just until you are feeling a little better."
Everything about Finn is strangely subdued and calm, as if he has stepped into the role of medic and, even though he has no idea what he's actually doing, he knows what attitude he's meant to have. "Once you are well enough, I will take us home and to your medical clinic. You will be okay."
Shuffling next to Finn without thought about how it might affect him or just what she's actually trying to achieve, she's about to wrap her arms around his chest when he produces the bottle of water.
Her mind goes blank and there's white noise that whisper-screams in her ears. "water" She gasps, adorably delirious. Indeed she absolutely tries to steal it, but she's no strength to speak of. So although she thinks she's wrestling the bottle away from him, really her fingers have just laced around the bottle trying to jerkily bring it to her mouth. Whatever spills down her chest isn't really lost, given how quickly her skin will soak it up.
"No." She croons as Finn takes the bottle away. "Please Finn," Tobi begs with all the subtle charm of an addict begging for another fix.
He mentions going home and knowing what that journey will be like, Tobi has to steel herself against the nausea rising in her belly. "My head." She complains as her body begins to shiver and goosebumps break out across her skin.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Water," he agrees with a gentle nod, helping her to take a careful sip before withdrawing the bottle again despite her protests. Honestly, if it wasn't for her warnings about it earlier he might have given in, but with a-bit-more-sober Tobi's words ringing in his ears, he steels himself against it. "You can have a little more in a few minutes," he assures her, wincing to see that she's in pain but knowing very little about how to solve it.
So instead, he reaches into his pocket to withdraw his compass, glancing down at it and carefully looping the bag back onto his shoulder. Then Finn lifts the bottle again to Tobi's lips, allowing another slow sip of water and taking a long, deep breath. "Okay, let's go home," he suggests, reaching out to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "Close your eyes. When you open them, we'll be at the clinic."
"No, please..." She coos against him, turning big brown eyes up toward his as if anything about her pale skin, sunken eyes, and chapped lips is at all appealing. But he doesn't give in, and Tobi thinks she feels her cheeks flush with heat and anger; whether this is actually the case, she has no idea.
Dazzled by his compass, the offer of water again has Tobi inhaling with surprise, her fingers again coming to greedily force him to give as much as possible. It both is and isn't enough, and Tobi can feel her stomach clenching with the liquid suddenly sloshing around inside of her belly.
Despite having wanted Finn close, as he wraps his arm around her, Tobi stiffens and winces. Her entire body feels like one big cramp now, her skin ridiculously sensitive to the point where she feels as though he's on fire next to her. The tree behind her feels softer than the material of his shirt, and she has to struggle to keep herself where she is. "I'm so sorry" Tobi offers, strangled as her communication is by her wildly vacillating emotions. Even so, a tear slips from one of her eyes. It's painful and a complete waste of water that her body desperately needs, and yet with most things, Tobi always puts others first. Even if putting Finn first means crying tears he likely won't appreciate or even see.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
As time goes on it's her words that are the most uncomfortable, reminding Finn of all the worst parts of his life, and he clears his throat as he withdraws the water again, capping it and putting it back into his bag. "Like I said, you have nothing to apologise for. Hold on," he murmurs. With a pulse of willpower and his gaze quite firmly on the compass, Finn activates the power that resides within it. There's a dizzying flash, the majority of which will settle hard into the Spyglass's bones, and then they're gone.
The floor of Doctor Hart's clinic is cool and sterile, not that Finn really notices at first. He's busy emptying his stomach of its contents rather embarrassingly over one of the receptionist's shoes. Then there are hands everywhere, and gods if he weren't so nauseated he might just lash out. Alas he has no choice but to allow them to poke and prod and lift and touch, and the rest of his time bleeds away while his mind retreats into itself for safety.
