we are all broken
”The friend... ship. I’ve never been on a ship before.” He’s said it already, but there’s little chance of either of them keeping track of conversation at this rate. Finn is giggling too, though he doesn’t understand the joke - it’s usually on him, anyway. ”Hi,” he whispers back, stormy eyes filled with the sight of her, flushed cheeks and chimes of laughter.
Then she’s gone for a second, because the world grows hazy and black, and it’s with a stuttering breath that he comes back from the brink of unconsciousness. ”Somewhere... without an ocean. Somewhere without cliffs. Without torn silk or fingers that bruise. A place without colours.” The whispers come out in a rush, Finn brushing his nose against hers. ”A place like that sounds perfect.”
Then she’s gone for a second, because the world grows hazy and black, and it’s with a stuttering breath that he comes back from the brink of unconsciousness. ”Somewhere... without an ocean. Somewhere without cliffs. Without torn silk or fingers that bruise. A place without colours.” The whispers come out in a rush, Finn brushing his nose against hers. ”A place like that sounds perfect.”
that’s how the light gets in
