If I can stop one heart from breaking
If I can ease one life the aching
If I can ease one life the aching
“Or I’ll just wear my boxers. Maybe steal some of your leggings,” he teases, aware he’s already has his own. Harper has taken to wearing more jeans since arriving in Caido, but more as a matter of necessity - he’d lived in workout apparel before he’d been dropped into a less modern world. Definitely one of the more minor things he misses.
It’s exactly that modern upbringing that makes his choice strange to her. He nuzzles into her blonde hair and gives a little shrug that she can feel more than see. “You know I don’t put weight into that kind of stuff, it wasn’t a thing in the future I grew up in. Don’t need a son to carry on a name. Although,” here he pauses, retreating and turning his head to try and meet her eyes, curious, “do you want to take mine? I wouldn’t mind combining them, or even taking yours normally.” Though his last name is one of the few things he has left of his family, Harper also knows it isn’t at the same time. He has his memories of them, and their DNA in his veins.
Arms loosen as she twists, and Harper takes a moment for her words to register but once they do his own face lights up. “That’s amazing! Have you done it yet? What shape do you take?” Safrin had told him it would be a reflection of the soul, and he’s undoubtedly interested to know what hers was - half-celestial as she is now.
It’s exactly that modern upbringing that makes his choice strange to her. He nuzzles into her blonde hair and gives a little shrug that she can feel more than see. “You know I don’t put weight into that kind of stuff, it wasn’t a thing in the future I grew up in. Don’t need a son to carry on a name. Although,” here he pauses, retreating and turning his head to try and meet her eyes, curious, “do you want to take mine? I wouldn’t mind combining them, or even taking yours normally.” Though his last name is one of the few things he has left of his family, Harper also knows it isn’t at the same time. He has his memories of them, and their DNA in his veins.
Arms loosen as she twists, and Harper takes a moment for her words to register but once they do his own face lights up. “That’s amazing! Have you done it yet? What shape do you take?” Safrin had told him it would be a reflection of the soul, and he’s undoubtedly interested to know what hers was - half-celestial as she is now.
I shall not live in vain
HARPER
