Harper
I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
With the Halenani still forbidden of his own accord, the only place to drown his sorrows that's closest to Torchline - that doesn't risk him running into any of his children, gods forbid - is the House of Midnight. It's most familiar given Sunjata had been the one to put Harper on this path of self-discovery, and even the smell of the air feels comforting as he walks inside.
He isn't here to linger or hesitate. Not this time. No, this time he heads straight for the bar and orders two shots of whiskey, which he downs in quick succession. Licking the remnants from his lips, he turns his head, hunting impatiently - and finds an unfamiliar but quite attractive face leaning comfortably against the bar beside him.
Well, perhaps beside is generous, but there is nobody between them. It allows him to look his fill, because he'd rather be shameless and drunk than whatever Jude had made him feel. Standing a little straighter, he puts in another order for a larger drink - something he can sip at a little - and then maneuvers closer to the other man. "You seem far away," he comments, because Harper doesn't know how to do anything without a little bit of heart in it, no matter how many times he's done this now.
He isn't here to linger or hesitate. Not this time. No, this time he heads straight for the bar and orders two shots of whiskey, which he downs in quick succession. Licking the remnants from his lips, he turns his head, hunting impatiently - and finds an unfamiliar but quite attractive face leaning comfortably against the bar beside him.
Well, perhaps beside is generous, but there is nobody between them. It allows him to look his fill, because he'd rather be shameless and drunk than whatever Jude had made him feel. Standing a little straighter, he puts in another order for a larger drink - something he can sip at a little - and then maneuvers closer to the other man. "You seem far away," he comments, because Harper doesn't know how to do anything without a little bit of heart in it, no matter how many times he's done this now.
I know you mean well, But I'm not a vessel for your good intent
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear
