HARPER
At the sound of feet on dry foliage Harper glances over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly at the sight of Loren approaching from behind. He had left a note of departure, and Oliver had taken over the Manor in his stead. Admittedly Harper has been concerned about the man, but it's not like his grief is any of Harper's business. A shame considering Harper is notorious for hugging things better. Clearly Loren is missing out.
At least the man remembers his name, and even deigns to speak it in acknowledgement before he's sweeping off into the Labyrinth like a man on a suicide mission. And since Harper is so good at those, he goes bouncing along behind Loren without even asking to join. "Loren! I'm glad to see you're okay. What are you looking for in here?" Blue eyes cast at the sides of the walls, wary and awed in equal measure. Hopefully Loren knows his way out of here, or they're going to turn into a budget rendition of The Shining.
At least the man remembers his name, and even deigns to speak it in acknowledgement before he's sweeping off into the Labyrinth like a man on a suicide mission. And since Harper is so good at those, he goes bouncing along behind Loren without even asking to join. "Loren! I'm glad to see you're okay. What are you looking for in here?" Blue eyes cast at the sides of the walls, wary and awed in equal measure. Hopefully Loren knows his way out of here, or they're going to turn into a budget rendition of The Shining.
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
