we knew it would come to this

October

when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do

Standing slightly on her toes as her chin is directed up, one of Tobi's hands finds the shelf of Finn's shoulder to aid with balance. They both taste of salt and caramel with latent blooms of chocolate. It's a very un-Finn taste, but Tobi won't hold that against him. Trying her best to simultaneously ingrain the sensation of neatly-trimmed bristles against her upper lip, of how warm his lips are compared to the chill in the air, and how she can feel nothing else other than the sensation of him kissing her thanks to their thick jackets while enjoying the moment, Tobi finds her arm reaching around his neck ever so slightly that she might prolong the end of this, their first kiss since Ever had been born.

Warmth fills her as if this kiss had been the shot of whiskey missing from their drinks, and as their lips part but before she sinks back off of the balls of her feet, Tobi closes her eyes and takes a deep breath feeling suddenly exquisitely sad and yet full of joy.

nothing you confess
could make me love you less