You've been all the way to broken
lost your sense of where to go
Even their easy spinning, despite hardly qualifying as dancing, brightens Harper's tired face. He has missed her so much. Missed this; their easy understanding of one another, the mischief and lightheartedness he has never found in another friend, the way she carries his burdens and peers into his darkest corners without flinching but still wants to dance with him in the sand despite that.
"Thank you," he murmurs as they slow, grateful for her sympathy. She'd been the one to tell him that he mattered too, that his desires and his vow to Tova held weight even if nobody else could understand it. She also knows just how deep a wound abandonment is for him, and he's grateful that for once he doesn't have to explain, justify, or defend himself. He's so tired of that.
But Kiada doesn't let him linger, and Harper barks a loud laugh as she curtsies dramatically, pulling on her wrists to try and pull her out of the low bow as he groans with matching theatrics. "Nooo, kill me now! Kiada herself, bowing? What have you done with my friend?" He shakes their joined hands frenetically in place of grabbing her by the shoulders and doing the same.
"Thank you," he murmurs as they slow, grateful for her sympathy. She'd been the one to tell him that he mattered too, that his desires and his vow to Tova held weight even if nobody else could understand it. She also knows just how deep a wound abandonment is for him, and he's grateful that for once he doesn't have to explain, justify, or defend himself. He's so tired of that.
But Kiada doesn't let him linger, and Harper barks a loud laugh as she curtsies dramatically, pulling on her wrists to try and pull her out of the low bow as he groans with matching theatrics. "Nooo, kill me now! Kiada herself, bowing? What have you done with my friend?" He shakes their joined hands frenetically in place of grabbing her by the shoulders and doing the same.
remember, pain is just an anchor
that you never had control of
HARPER
