Harper
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Exactly as his letter had promised, Harper is found sitting on one of many benches overlooking Mourn, lantern flames flickering in the comfortably warm breeze as the sun slowly descends and forsakes its duties of lighting the way to the tiny wicks burning away behind glass panes.
To one side of him lies a small package wrapped in sturdy but otherwise unremarkable brown paper. To the other is an empty space adequate for a man of Hadama’s size, whether he chooses to take the silent offering or not.
Harper’s expression is difficult to parse even for his good friend - if he can call the Tidebreaker that anymore. Far-away, at the very least. A state of being that only breaks and clears when the King joins him. “Thanks for coming. I wasn’t sure if it was too late.” He has resigned himself to the bridges he’s burned to the point it comes out neutrally. Hadama owes him next to nothing, but he’s glad his friend’s good heart is still constant enough to be relied upon. “I think I owe you a better explanation that what I wrote to you. But if you want to ask anything first, please do.” He gestures slightly with an open palm, blue eyes dark oceans that reveal little more than an echo of resignation and exhaustion as they focus - patient and unwavering - on Hadama.
To one side of him lies a small package wrapped in sturdy but otherwise unremarkable brown paper. To the other is an empty space adequate for a man of Hadama’s size, whether he chooses to take the silent offering or not.
Harper’s expression is difficult to parse even for his good friend - if he can call the Tidebreaker that anymore. Far-away, at the very least. A state of being that only breaks and clears when the King joins him. “Thanks for coming. I wasn’t sure if it was too late.” He has resigned himself to the bridges he’s burned to the point it comes out neutrally. Hadama owes him next to nothing, but he’s glad his friend’s good heart is still constant enough to be relied upon. “I think I owe you a better explanation that what I wrote to you. But if you want to ask anything first, please do.” He gestures slightly with an open palm, blue eyes dark oceans that reveal little more than an echo of resignation and exhaustion as they focus - patient and unwavering - on Hadama.
and the strength you still keep inside
