the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
Finn wishes he was still able to think about the pencils on Tobi's desk, but he's at risk of spiralling into himself, and only the touch of her lips draws him back from the precipice. He blinks down at her, not returning the kiss as if afraid she might taste the doubts on his tongue, but as she begins to speak, her reassurances turn him back from stone and into a man. His smile might only be faint, but it's as honest as they come, and he nods his understanding (as much as he can, at least).
Tobi settles against his chest and the Spyglass lets out a slow breath he doesn't realise he's been holding, his fingers stroking back up the length of her spine so they can tease through her dark curls. "I would like to stay here," he decides. He's worried that if he moves it might break this spell they've fallen under, and he's desperate to let it last for as long as possible. "Though maybe we should lay in bed properly..."
Tobi settles against his chest and the Spyglass lets out a slow breath he doesn't realise he's been holding, his fingers stroking back up the length of her spine so they can tease through her dark curls. "I would like to stay here," he decides. He's worried that if he moves it might break this spell they've fallen under, and he's desperate to let it last for as long as possible. "Though maybe we should lay in bed properly..."
now all my stories have been told; except for one
