Harper
I'll keep breaking my own heart with dreams
I know I'm still not what I want to be
I know I'm still not what I want to be
Hadama is usually reserved and careful with his emotions - not in a way Harper has ever taken offense to, but which he has always admired, the same way he admires those who carefully choose their words and practice daily mindfulness. To feel the wash of emotion now is both a privilege and a surprise, one he tamps down on immediately with the fierce desire to not be misinterpreted across the bond.
His own emotions are - unsurprisingly - hard to reign in as the compliments flow in, ears turning pink with humility. Hadama's forthrightness is always refreshing, but Harper is often too humble, which makes the frankness all the more affecting.
Waiting until they make it past the brief dive they have to take to move under the dip in the ceiling, Harper considers his response past the pounding of his pulse in his ears from the rush of blood and the heavy, cloying feeling of platonic love in his chest. Thank you, Dama. Your esteem means so much to me. You are one of the few but truest friends I have. There is no expectation for the Tidebreaker to feel the same with his entire kingdom of people, all a similar race and with more shared experiences, but it would not change the truth of the situation for Harper. I want to see if anyone else intends to apply for the role, though it feels arrogant to say I feel qualified to examine their intentions and capabilities. But he has been a council man for a long while now, and an important member of Torchline even longer. Admittedly I am also simply curious. With Maeve gone, I feel the balance of Torchline is tenuous, and we are all simply...waiting. I want to see who steps forward at all. Perhaps someone would do so that Harper would feel confident ceding the position to, and none of this would matter.
His own emotions are - unsurprisingly - hard to reign in as the compliments flow in, ears turning pink with humility. Hadama's forthrightness is always refreshing, but Harper is often too humble, which makes the frankness all the more affecting.
Waiting until they make it past the brief dive they have to take to move under the dip in the ceiling, Harper considers his response past the pounding of his pulse in his ears from the rush of blood and the heavy, cloying feeling of platonic love in his chest. Thank you, Dama. Your esteem means so much to me. You are one of the few but truest friends I have. There is no expectation for the Tidebreaker to feel the same with his entire kingdom of people, all a similar race and with more shared experiences, but it would not change the truth of the situation for Harper. I want to see if anyone else intends to apply for the role, though it feels arrogant to say I feel qualified to examine their intentions and capabilities. But he has been a council man for a long while now, and an important member of Torchline even longer. Admittedly I am also simply curious. With Maeve gone, I feel the balance of Torchline is tenuous, and we are all simply...waiting. I want to see who steps forward at all. Perhaps someone would do so that Harper would feel confident ceding the position to, and none of this would matter.
But what more do you want from me?
