I don't want to steal your freedom
you don't have to change your mind
He can't feel her through the bond as he might a fellow Attuned, but the way she clings to consciousness and leans into his touch makes him wonder and conjure up meaning that may not be entirely true or fair. As the first song dwindles out, he hums soft nonsensical bars as he considers his options.
Though his hand never stops threading through her hair, he quietly asks, "Do you want me to stay?" Twining a bit of ivory around his scarred, tanned fingers, Harper stares down at the spun moonlight there and does not try to seek her eyes in the dark. "Just to sleep. If it would help." It feels presumptuous, but perhaps she's as lonely as he is, and if they can't find a middle ground between their shared aversion to intimacy and romance then maybe this is the best alternative. Something platonic, but undeniably intimate. Comforting, he hopes.
Deciding to let her ruminate on her choice, he plucks another song from his head, and lets it speak for him once more. "There's still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyard's full of bones," he sings quietly, brushing a bit of hair from where it is drifting toward the corner of her eye, "Won't you stay with me, my darling - when this house don't feel like home?"
Though his hand never stops threading through her hair, he quietly asks, "Do you want me to stay?" Twining a bit of ivory around his scarred, tanned fingers, Harper stares down at the spun moonlight there and does not try to seek her eyes in the dark. "Just to sleep. If it would help." It feels presumptuous, but perhaps she's as lonely as he is, and if they can't find a middle ground between their shared aversion to intimacy and romance then maybe this is the best alternative. Something platonic, but undeniably intimate. Comforting, he hopes.
Deciding to let her ruminate on her choice, he plucks another song from his head, and lets it speak for him once more. "There's still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyard's full of bones," he sings quietly, brushing a bit of hair from where it is drifting toward the corner of her eye, "Won't you stay with me, my darling - when this house don't feel like home?"
I just want to make you love me
so please let me take my time
HARPER
