HARPER
Having done this since he could walk, Harper is expecting a great many types of reactions when he is eventually discovered. But the wavering, young, fearful voice had been relatively low on the list of most likely. Harper arches into a front walkover, coming back up on his feet. Completely fearless, Harper spins on the balls of his feet, toes hanging over the edge as he plants his heels and bends at the waist, gazing down and out from the edge of the bookcase. On the ground staring up with wide eyes is a young boy, and Harper smiles wide, waving jauntily with the hand not perched on his waist.
"Hey there little tyke!" His bright grin is impish in contrast with his warm, reassuring gaze. And because he's a bit of an asshole, he swings one leg out into empty space, almost consideringly. Then he sinks down into a perfect split and his hands run down the spines of the books on the shelf below him, practically hanging off the front of the bookshelf. Taps his fingers playfully against the wood. "I don't see any signs saying 'no climbing', do you?" His favorite, most well-used excuse.
"Hey there little tyke!" His bright grin is impish in contrast with his warm, reassuring gaze. And because he's a bit of an asshole, he swings one leg out into empty space, almost consideringly. Then he sinks down into a perfect split and his hands run down the spines of the books on the shelf below him, practically hanging off the front of the bookshelf. Taps his fingers playfully against the wood. "I don't see any signs saying 'no climbing', do you?" His favorite, most well-used excuse.
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
