HARPER
Change doesn't come easily. On the inside, at least. Admittedly he has been lost in thought for some time, consumed by grief and a fresh loss that had dragged him into a deep depression that had directly mirrored the one he'd struggled through when he'd first lost his beloved. The first time. It's just as hard the second time around, and it takes time. Gruelling, agonizingly slow time. But he has lived through it once, there is no reason to say he cannot do it again.
The new job has forced him to adjust his training rituals, still as rigorous and borderline inhuman as always. That, at least, he won't slack on. But instead of having all the time the day could offer and any outside surface he could possibly utilize at his fingers, he has turned his small room into a mini home gym. When Branbast yowls his own name, Harper nearly drops a weight on his foot as it startles him. Wiping sweat off his brow with his discarded tshirt, he scrambles for a fresh one when he realizes someone wants to enter and it's not just Branbast randomly passing by. As the knock sounds he's pulling on a fresh shirt over his head, breaths still coming fast and controlled from his workout.
No longer at risk of blinding his visitor, Harper opens the door and gestures Phoebe inside with a weak smile. "Yeah, just finishing my workout. What's up?" He has put a moratorium on petnames, keeping a friendly and professional distance between the two of them since their disastrous sparring session in the Grounds. Blue eyes land on the cookies, and his smile twitches a little higher, appreciative of the gesture. He sits at his desk, motioning for her to either stand or take the bed for her own if she intends to say.
The new job has forced him to adjust his training rituals, still as rigorous and borderline inhuman as always. That, at least, he won't slack on. But instead of having all the time the day could offer and any outside surface he could possibly utilize at his fingers, he has turned his small room into a mini home gym. When Branbast yowls his own name, Harper nearly drops a weight on his foot as it startles him. Wiping sweat off his brow with his discarded tshirt, he scrambles for a fresh one when he realizes someone wants to enter and it's not just Branbast randomly passing by. As the knock sounds he's pulling on a fresh shirt over his head, breaths still coming fast and controlled from his workout.
No longer at risk of blinding his visitor, Harper opens the door and gestures Phoebe inside with a weak smile. "Yeah, just finishing my workout. What's up?" He has put a moratorium on petnames, keeping a friendly and professional distance between the two of them since their disastrous sparring session in the Grounds. Blue eyes land on the cookies, and his smile twitches a little higher, appreciative of the gesture. He sits at his desk, motioning for her to either stand or take the bed for her own if she intends to say.
let your faith be bigger than your fear
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