FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
Finn melts into her touch in a way he's never quite done before, sinking into the gentle fingers in his hair, into the soft press of her lips against his own, and he's almost dizzy with it. It's like getting too close to a fire, or closing one's eyes after having too much to drink, except instead of discomfort or nausea, the Spyglass is nearly giddy with the sensation. "Mm...?" His eyes blink open and he gives her a lopsided smile for her trouble.
"I am so tired," he whispers. "But could we wrap my hands up please? I'd like to touch you, if that's okay." Bed, though. That sounds blissful. "Thank you for tonight," he adds, before the words flee him. "Even if thinks went sideways at the end, I really enjoyed dinner."
"I am so tired," he whispers. "But could we wrap my hands up please? I'd like to touch you, if that's okay." Bed, though. That sounds blissful. "Thank you for tonight," he adds, before the words flee him. "Even if thinks went sideways at the end, I really enjoyed dinner."
that the soul is revealed
