October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
Tobi can't help but smile and lovingly roll her eyes. "Warm bedding you say?" Now he really is selling it. "Maybe I can moonlight as a dog-sled dog." She mumbles, imagining racing across the tundra with a pack of attuned (or even regular dogs, she doesn't mind), only to come home and collapse into bed with Finn.
Frowning at Ever being described as new blood, Tobi nevertheless nods. "I can't exactly see Ever being a hunter, even with his shifts." She says with a shrug, as her foot takes a detour so that she can prop her heel against the corner of Finn's chair instead of between his legs where its original trajectory would have led it.
'Better Ever than Mateo. If one of them is going to be flying it, better the one with a healthy dose of self-preservation."
Frowning at Ever being described as new blood, Tobi nevertheless nods. "I can't exactly see Ever being a hunter, even with his shifts." She says with a shrug, as her foot takes a detour so that she can prop her heel against the corner of Finn's chair instead of between his legs where its original trajectory would have led it.
'Better Ever than Mateo. If one of them is going to be flying it, better the one with a healthy dose of self-preservation."
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
