memory’s so treacherous
Finn surrenders the glass willingly, stepping back because even though he loves Tobi, she smells like a winery and it is something of an assault on his senses. Gently holding his burned fingers with his free hand, he listens quietly to her explanation and his eyes widen, because the question had slipped out and he didn't expect her to actually answer it. Or for the answer to be yes.
"Oh," he says softly. "I thought I had dreamed it." Along with a lot of other things. Like demigods in red thongs, and poisoned champagne and oranges staring at him from a basket.
Is he upset? There's something thorny in the pit of his stomach, but he can't get to it right now, so it's with a furrowed brow that he shakes his head. "I don't know," he admits. "Would you like some painkillers? I believe you might have a hangover."
"Oh," he says softly. "I thought I had dreamed it." Along with a lot of other things. Like demigods in red thongs, and poisoned champagne and oranges staring at him from a basket.
Is he upset? There's something thorny in the pit of his stomach, but he can't get to it right now, so it's with a furrowed brow that he shakes his head. "I don't know," he admits. "Would you like some painkillers? I believe you might have a hangover."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
