Harper
May you be always heartbreaking
Taking a little more than you give
As he gazes upon Flora, the irritation and frustration halt in their tracks. Taking a little more than you give
She looks…young.
Afraid.
Harper’s never been able to resist being swayed by that. So when he speaks - too dumbfounded and sad to do so before Hadama or Edmund - it’s clearly more for Flora than the others in attendance.
“I’m willing to risk Safrin’s ire by going to another herald. I’m willing to forsake trade and alliances in favor of strengthening our soldiers.” He steps closer - for what little closer means in a mass group like this. Foolish and naive as she might claim, but enough to hope that maybe he can reach out to her and harness that fire in aid instead of opposition. One hand goes to the pendant on his chest. “I have tried to strengthen myself, so I might fight on the frontlines again if the hour comes.” No matter how measly his contributions had been last time, he’d rather be the one to perish if it came down to it. “I will lead the charge in strengthening the safehouses - I will train with anyone who asks - but I cannot do it alone.” Aka let’s get this PQ+ bread then.
And to the Doubletake, his eyes are old and beseeching. “Tell me what more I can do. Tell me what would make you feel safer.” And, realizing that was perhaps too personal not only for a public forum but for the prickly young woman in general, Harper collects himself. “That’s what we’re here for. To be the conduits of your desires. Nothing - not even allegiance to a herald - is worth more than that.” But it comes out lamely, not nearly as impassioned as Flora’s emotions had inspired in him moments prior.
I’ll see you all on the other side
After I am a different man with different eyes
After I am a different man with different eyes
