October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Strange, how seeing someone with vomit on their lips, naked and covered in a sheen of sweat that likely still boasts quite a high chemical concentration, can nonetheless still make Tobi feel slightly twitterpated. "You don't think so?" She asks with a frown, looking at the dress. "I thought it would bring out the blue in your eyes."
Nodding easily enough, Tobi tosses the dress casually over her shoulder and leads him back into the bedroom. Going to the window she presses it open that they might get a bit of a draft (to ward off their combined smells as much as for the breeze), before looking down at her still-towering stack of unread books. "mmmhmm." Evidentally having decided on one, she climbs into bed.
Adjusting the wall of pillows between them (built up over the hours, a new one added each time Finn's fits got worse, to protect her belly from his windmilling limbs), Tobi painstakingly adjusts her position before letting her gaze lazily swim back toward Finn. "You're going to make it." She whispers softly.
Nodding easily enough, Tobi tosses the dress casually over her shoulder and leads him back into the bedroom. Going to the window she presses it open that they might get a bit of a draft (to ward off their combined smells as much as for the breeze), before looking down at her still-towering stack of unread books. "mmmhmm." Evidentally having decided on one, she climbs into bed.
Adjusting the wall of pillows between them (built up over the hours, a new one added each time Finn's fits got worse, to protect her belly from his windmilling limbs), Tobi painstakingly adjusts her position before letting her gaze lazily swim back toward Finn. "You're going to make it." She whispers softly.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
