memory’s so treacherous
Finn's mouth opens and closes after Everest as if he's a goldfish, and eventually he runs a hand down his forehead and across his face and hurries after the boy. He's sure he can hear Tobi laughing at him even from here, despite the fact that she hasn't been present for any of these shenanigans so far. "Hold on," he calls after Ever, his long legs easily taking him next to his son, his hand coming to land on his shoulder.
"I cannot see any smoke," he reasons, which is the only thing he can think to do when it comes to the fire that doesn't exist because the oven is not on. "And I cannot smell any either. Can you?" Tilting his head, he nonetheless keeps up the hurried pace until the Falling is far behind them, the ground levels out, and the shape of the Tower begins to loom overhead. "I am sure it will be fine, Ever."
"I cannot see any smoke," he reasons, which is the only thing he can think to do when it comes to the fire that doesn't exist because the oven is not on. "And I cannot smell any either. Can you?" Tilting his head, he nonetheless keeps up the hurried pace until the Falling is far behind them, the ground levels out, and the shape of the Tower begins to loom overhead. "I am sure it will be fine, Ever."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
