In the deepest part of him, a flame was lighted. Before Finn knew it, his сердце became ignited with love. Wandering like a butterfly, he aimlessly took flight and found himself landing the palm of Fionna.
Their hands entwined with each other. Their lips pressed against each other. Even if they say their Любовь was wrong, when Fionna was with him, he burns up more.
Finn wanted Fionna to hold him tight; to reassure him that every night would be fine. He wanted Fionna to make him believe, that, no matter what they said, they were in love. They kissed in the dark. Like they would never come apart. Intoxicated in this love, he was consumed. Finn wanted to drown in this fantasy.
Finn needed Fionna to restrain him; for Fionna to need him еще and more. If she loved him; Finn wanted Fionna to Показать it еще than she has ever done before. Call it "weird" but this Любовь is nothing like what he had felt before; something he couldn't ignore.
"Let's run until we find something to run to," Finn сказал(-а) to his love.
If it seemed like he'd left his сердце to astray; because he had melted his life with hers. So much pressure lies unto their shoulders that they can't be soft-touchers или whisperers.
This wasn't a dream. For sure, it was a real thing. This was reality. Two of them, together, face-to-face. With this knowledge that from this point they couldn't go back. But that was okay, because Finn would give up the world just to be Fionna, his precious one.
Dawn broke colder than ever before. It had driven Finn to anxiety. But then Fionna whispered to him, "It'll be okay," but Finn could hear that her voice was wavering.
Looking into Fionna's eyes, he was absolutely magnetized. If they took Finn away, Glob, he'd swear that he would be pulled back to her. This he knew was true. And on his life, he promised to her, "It'll be okay, because I'd give up the world to be with you, my precious one."
Their hands entwined with each other. Their lips pressed against each other. Even if they say their Любовь was wrong, when Fionna was with him, he burns up more.
Finn wanted Fionna to hold him tight; to reassure him that every night would be fine. He wanted Fionna to make him believe, that, no matter what they said, they were in love. They kissed in the dark. Like they would never come apart. Intoxicated in this love, he was consumed. Finn wanted to drown in this fantasy.
Finn needed Fionna to restrain him; for Fionna to need him еще and more. If she loved him; Finn wanted Fionna to Показать it еще than she has ever done before. Call it "weird" but this Любовь is nothing like what he had felt before; something he couldn't ignore.
"Let's run until we find something to run to," Finn сказал(-а) to his love.
If it seemed like he'd left his сердце to astray; because he had melted his life with hers. So much pressure lies unto their shoulders that they can't be soft-touchers или whisperers.
This wasn't a dream. For sure, it was a real thing. This was reality. Two of them, together, face-to-face. With this knowledge that from this point they couldn't go back. But that was okay, because Finn would give up the world just to be Fionna, his precious one.
Dawn broke colder than ever before. It had driven Finn to anxiety. But then Fionna whispered to him, "It'll be okay," but Finn could hear that her voice was wavering.
Looking into Fionna's eyes, he was absolutely magnetized. If they took Finn away, Glob, he'd swear that he would be pulled back to her. This he knew was true. And on his life, he promised to her, "It'll be okay, because I'd give up the world to be with you, my precious one."