discordant

awareness is the enemy of sanity

"I knew a girl who could play it solo," Finn objects, though he doesn't begrudge Tobi her need for four hands. Indeed, he remains quiet and obedient as her head lowers to inspect his formation, only to freeze as what looks like a knife cuts a path out from her forehead. He's holding his breath right up until he realises it's a unicorn's horn, healing away the marks of effort from his fingertips. Finn doesn't know if he likes it.

Now you, though, and Finn transfers the string to his own hands and into the next formation. "Soldier's bed," he remarks, before holding it back out for her. "...I am sorry I didn't go back to the apartment. I just... I can't..." His hands start to tremble, Finn inhaling a shaky breath. "I had a lot on my mind."

for once you hear the screaming

it never stops

FINN