October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Sliding her hand into his, Tobi wonders if this is how it felt for him, all those times she laid her palm open for him to take, or not to take. At first she doesn't much want to hold his hand, and the feeling of chilly flesh against clammy skin just makes her want to press her eyes closed. But it's the man the hand is attached to and the lengths and trials he has had to go through and endure to be the sort of man who could sit here, trauma glass broken and a city in crisis, who can still try and hold her hand, that is the true gesture of it all.
"It is, yes." Tobi agrees, not worried about the slice of orange still on her tongue. "I don't know what you mean by lost. The ascended haven't taken it by any means. They're gone, I think." As for the Order? Tobi bites down on the orange, grimacing against the tangy warm sweetness that feels misplaced on her tongue. "I think it's just you, Ronin, and Noah. Falke and I were always a bit.." She shrugs. Peripheral is maybe the word for it.
"Sera died." She says softly, her fingers tightening gently in Finn's. "Luciana too."
"It is, yes." Tobi agrees, not worried about the slice of orange still on her tongue. "I don't know what you mean by lost. The ascended haven't taken it by any means. They're gone, I think." As for the Order? Tobi bites down on the orange, grimacing against the tangy warm sweetness that feels misplaced on her tongue. "I think it's just you, Ronin, and Noah. Falke and I were always a bit.." She shrugs. Peripheral is maybe the word for it.
"Sera died." She says softly, her fingers tightening gently in Finn's. "Luciana too."
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
