Harper
I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
Thorn's dedication to a brighter mood helps Harper's own. It's why he often does this, even when he thinks he just wants a brief, wordless roll in the hay. Human contact has always defined him and he suspects it always will. His smile is boyish and settles Harper's shoulders instead of making them bristle or slink back in preparation for more flirtations. Being at such a vantage point as Thorn kneels is strange, but not unwelcome.
The tenderness is what guts him, and Harper leans forward and lets their foreheads rest together. "A little pretending would go a long way," he murmurs in the scant space between them. "Maybe pretending I never left this place. Telling you those stories you like so much, if you want." It will hurt, but it will hurt less than talking about the here and now issues Harper has. This is an old grief, a wound that has not only scarred but begun to fade with time; safe for Thorn to press at. "Or we can fuck like we care about each other, and you can call me that and let me believe they're related." It's likely that's on the board regardless because Harper needs the physicality tonight, needs to drown himself in sensation that alludes to affection even if it's not really there.
The tenderness is what guts him, and Harper leans forward and lets their foreheads rest together. "A little pretending would go a long way," he murmurs in the scant space between them. "Maybe pretending I never left this place. Telling you those stories you like so much, if you want." It will hurt, but it will hurt less than talking about the here and now issues Harper has. This is an old grief, a wound that has not only scarred but begun to fade with time; safe for Thorn to press at. "Or we can fuck like we care about each other, and you can call me that and let me believe they're related." It's likely that's on the board regardless because Harper needs the physicality tonight, needs to drown himself in sensation that alludes to affection even if it's not really there.
I know you mean well, But I'm not a vessel for your good intent
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear
