you have survived every moment of your life
even the ones you swore you wouldn't
What others might see as arrogance, Harper sees as a safety net, and it only enforces the clear fact that he trusts Sunjata that the anxious cut of his shoulders ease instead of worsen at the implication that Sunjata can and will stop him if he becomes a thread. "You're right. Gods, you'll never get rid of me now," he laughs, shaking his dark curls slightly. Why would he ever want to leave a place he feels safe, a place he can unwind and indulge his loneliness and escapism without fearing himself?
Sunjata's encouragement is all he needs, even the way the Flood says his name making him shiver with anticipation even if the demigod won't be the one in his bed tonight. Still, he goes a bit shy, leaning across the table a bit. "Can I shift while you show me my options? I would feel so bad saying no, even if I'm sure everyone you employ is quite professional." The flush of color in his cheeks makes it clear Harper would care far too much about their feelings, even if he'd hardly be at risk of hurting them.
At Sunjata's (amused, but still) agreement, Harper shifts to his gore crow form and quite gracefully hops across the table to step onto the Flood's hand, allowing himself to be lifted and perched on the man's shoulder so they can venture forth to find a suitable companion for Harper for the evening.
Sunjata's encouragement is all he needs, even the way the Flood says his name making him shiver with anticipation even if the demigod won't be the one in his bed tonight. Still, he goes a bit shy, leaning across the table a bit. "Can I shift while you show me my options? I would feel so bad saying no, even if I'm sure everyone you employ is quite professional." The flush of color in his cheeks makes it clear Harper would care far too much about their feelings, even if he'd hardly be at risk of hurting them.
At Sunjata's (amused, but still) agreement, Harper shifts to his gore crow form and quite gracefully hops across the table to step onto the Flood's hand, allowing himself to be lifted and perched on the man's shoulder so they can venture forth to find a suitable companion for Harper for the evening.
this time is no different
you will last
