the feeling in his stomach continued through the flight, the drive, and as they walked beneath the arch that greeted them at the entrance of the fields. he wants to say something- it wasn’t too late for, at least, dani and him to turn back- but she’s already smiling, and that’s enough to hike his backpack further up his shoulder and allow pelle to guide them further into the dream like world.
they’ve settled. their bags are taken from them, and fin is left with nothing but his camera. he’s recording close to the ground, watching the flowers blow all around him blow in a light breeze, when he feels something slip behind his ear. there’s a pause- who’s hand is that, who’s touching me, bad feeling, bad feeling- but dani’s hand lingers and he’s calmed when he glances up to see her grinning back down at him. from his peripherals, he sees the petals of a tulip, and returns the smile that he had lost for just a moment. ‘do i look pretty?’ fin will flutter his lashes before chuckling. ‘it’s beautiful here. i’m... i’m glad we came.’ he doesn’t sound all that convincing, and whether that was true will remain to be seen.