October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
The shivery breath Tobi pulls in speaks to the ridiculousness of the answer she's about to give. "Well...just to your apartment. I didn't have anywhere else to send them, and..." Was it fair, to say what she was about to? "..I really missed you. It felt like..like you weren't so far away, knowing I could still write to you." Her voice grows softer until it's more or less just a whisper at the end. This is both because of what she's saying as much as it's because of the story Finn's bare skin reveals.
Standing at his side and looking down on him, it's hard to imagine that this body was the same one that had been able to make her squirm with ecstasy. The same one she'd felt so safe wrapped up in. "You told me enough that I knew it wasn't your fault." She says with a small shake of her head, as her fingertips softly press against the bones of his hips and pelvis that she might determine if there's any damage to the muscles around his bones. 'But the rest of what you said..." Tobi bites the inside of her cheek; the bruising patterns on Finn's body speak of hands far larger than her own. Far stronger, and less gentle. "I could never forget you, Finn. I could never want to." It's surreal, to say such things while looking at Finn's naked body, more tanned than when she'd last saw it, and splotched with purples and mottled yellows.
Standing at his side and looking down on him, it's hard to imagine that this body was the same one that had been able to make her squirm with ecstasy. The same one she'd felt so safe wrapped up in. "You told me enough that I knew it wasn't your fault." She says with a small shake of her head, as her fingertips softly press against the bones of his hips and pelvis that she might determine if there's any damage to the muscles around his bones. 'But the rest of what you said..." Tobi bites the inside of her cheek; the bruising patterns on Finn's body speak of hands far larger than her own. Far stronger, and less gentle. "I could never forget you, Finn. I could never want to." It's surreal, to say such things while looking at Finn's naked body, more tanned than when she'd last saw it, and splotched with purples and mottled yellows.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
