October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
It takes a moment for the door to open. On the other side of it, a puzzled expression on her face, Tobi's fingers still against the piano keys as she looks over at her shoulder toward the door. She wasn't expecting anyone. No one but Finn, but he had a key, and given the position of the deadbolt, the door wasn't locked. Groaning slightly as she shifts off the bench, she calls out, "-coming!" in a cheerful, if not tired tone.
Reaching for the hand such that the cream shawl she's wearing fans out around her like a wing, or a cape, Tobi tugs the door open, not expecting at all to see the man she's basically living with now, standing on the other side of it. "...uh?" She hums, dark eyes darting down and seeing nothing in his hands that suggests he couldn't have opened the door himself. Puzzled, she offers Finn a crooked smile, taking a step back that he might come in.
Reaching for the hand such that the cream shawl she's wearing fans out around her like a wing, or a cape, Tobi tugs the door open, not expecting at all to see the man she's basically living with now, standing on the other side of it. "...uh?" She hums, dark eyes darting down and seeing nothing in his hands that suggests he couldn't have opened the door himself. Puzzled, she offers Finn a crooked smile, taking a step back that he might come in.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
