FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"Guitars cannot be sad, Tobi. Don't be ridiculous," Finn says, and though his tone is as serious as it usually is, there's a soft suggestion that he might be playing along with her. "Even so, I will be sure to play as well as write the report." He glances over his shoulder as they begin to walk towards the Plaza, and it's impossible not to notice how her steps have slowed. Finn drops back automatically; before he can give it too much thought, he offers her his arm to slip her own through. His hands, of course, never leave his pockets.
Warm and strong sounds good to both of them, evidently, and as they turn towards where the firling still sparkles in the distance, Finn is already able to spot the lights from lanterns and stalls. "It seems as though we are in luck," he says, turning to look down as she nudges against his shoulder. Tobi knows all the right questions to ask and it lets the Spyglass relax in a way that might be considered very rare indeed; he nods softly. "I would like that," he says, nodding for her to lead the way.
"Hot chocolate and whiskey, hm? We will both be sleeping well tonight."
Warm and strong sounds good to both of them, evidently, and as they turn towards where the firling still sparkles in the distance, Finn is already able to spot the lights from lanterns and stalls. "It seems as though we are in luck," he says, turning to look down as she nudges against his shoulder. Tobi knows all the right questions to ask and it lets the Spyglass relax in a way that might be considered very rare indeed; he nods softly. "I would like that," he says, nodding for her to lead the way.
"Hot chocolate and whiskey, hm? We will both be sleeping well tonight."
that the soul is revealed
