show me all of your affection
let it rain on me
"At least it was more lively than here," he jokes back. It's certainly a deserted manor, not that he holds it against Loren in any way. He's still profoundly grateful for the kindness shown, and the silence doesn't bother him. Everything moves on. Harper included.
Oliver sits down beside him, and Harper sprawls farther as if to emphasize his point. "Getting a good deal just makes it seem all the more comfortable, like how food tastes better somehow when other people make it for you." Laughter bubbles warmly in his chest. That's certainly one thing he misses from his home world - takeout. Harper can work his way beautifully around the basics - meats, vegetables - but he could otherwise burn water if left unattended. Having to relearn with what's available is certainly a pain.
A surprised laugh escapes him as Oliver throws himself dramatically to the floor, demanding more information on Safrin. And of course Harper obliges. "She was amazing, very beautiful. She told me I'm an Accepted, but said that if the day came I wanted to Attune to her that she would be happy to do so. She answered so many of my questions, and ones I didn't know I had. Like how the Gods don't choose your animal forms, it's like written into your soul. And how The Voice rebuilt us here from our blueprints is the best way I can describe it." Still a crazy idea to him, but it's not like he can do anything about that now. He's kinda stuck here. "She was so kind." His voice softens here, fingers running over the rug as he recalls her scent, the way she had wrapped around him so utterly. A figure he never knew he wanted, perhaps even needed. "Have you met any of the Gods?"
Oliver sits down beside him, and Harper sprawls farther as if to emphasize his point. "Getting a good deal just makes it seem all the more comfortable, like how food tastes better somehow when other people make it for you." Laughter bubbles warmly in his chest. That's certainly one thing he misses from his home world - takeout. Harper can work his way beautifully around the basics - meats, vegetables - but he could otherwise burn water if left unattended. Having to relearn with what's available is certainly a pain.
A surprised laugh escapes him as Oliver throws himself dramatically to the floor, demanding more information on Safrin. And of course Harper obliges. "She was amazing, very beautiful. She told me I'm an Accepted, but said that if the day came I wanted to Attune to her that she would be happy to do so. She answered so many of my questions, and ones I didn't know I had. Like how the Gods don't choose your animal forms, it's like written into your soul. And how The Voice rebuilt us here from our blueprints is the best way I can describe it." Still a crazy idea to him, but it's not like he can do anything about that now. He's kinda stuck here. "She was so kind." His voice softens here, fingers running over the rug as he recalls her scent, the way she had wrapped around him so utterly. A figure he never knew he wanted, perhaps even needed. "Have you met any of the Gods?"
and pull down all your mountains
drag your cities to the sea
HARPER
