the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
"Alright." Even though he has been the one to suggest it, it takes Finn a surprising amount of time to shift enough for them to reposition. His curls are a mess and he moves sluggishly, trying to stifle a yawn behind the back of his hand (it's absolutely not because he finds Tobi boring, and he'd say as much if he weren't so busy with the act itself), but in the end he does slouch back down amongst the pillows.
Sinking comfortably into the bed, Tobi is a welcome presence against his side, and the warmth of her skin chases away the chill of Longnight that seems to sink into the walls of the Tower. "Much better," he tells her, smiling to himself and letting his arm wind around her once again. "When I get back," he begins, because it's nicer to think about coming back than it is about going, "would you like to go out somewhere? With me?"
Sinking comfortably into the bed, Tobi is a welcome presence against his side, and the warmth of her skin chases away the chill of Longnight that seems to sink into the walls of the Tower. "Much better," he tells her, smiling to himself and letting his arm wind around her once again. "When I get back," he begins, because it's nicer to think about coming back than it is about going, "would you like to go out somewhere? With me?"
now all my stories have been told; except for one
