October
Taliesins sounds like a word that would be very fun to say. Tally eyeeeeeee sinsssss. It felt like you could sing it the way a rollercoaster felt. 'Oh. Well that's good.' Tobi says warmly, if not ignorantly.
'Okay. Here.' Smiling more widely, Tobi presses her wine glass forward that Finn might just have some of hers. It's half-empty already, but the rest of the bottle is in the kitchen still. (It is, isn't it? She thinks it is). "I know I don't have to," Tobi agrees, her voice still sing-songy from both her musical escapades as well as the wine. "—but when I play too loudly your eyelashes flinch. Did you know that?" He probably didn't, it wasn't as though Finn spent any amount of time assessing himself in mirrors. "So I try not to, when you're around."
'Okay. Here.' Smiling more widely, Tobi presses her wine glass forward that Finn might just have some of hers. It's half-empty already, but the rest of the bottle is in the kitchen still. (It is, isn't it? She thinks it is). "I know I don't have to," Tobi agrees, her voice still sing-songy from both her musical escapades as well as the wine. "—but when I play too loudly your eyelashes flinch. Did you know that?" He probably didn't, it wasn't as though Finn spent any amount of time assessing himself in mirrors. "So I try not to, when you're around."
with illusions of someday cast in a golden light
