HARPER
If the man flounders for an explanation, Harper doesn't mind. It's more than enough to satisfy his curiosity, only for another to sprout in its place. Kaleidoscopic mind as easily entranced as it is distracted by further fantasies and speculations. "The last time I saw the ocean before I came here, I was so small it looked like the entire world simply ended with water." There's something soft and nostalgic to his tone, eyes far away as if seeing it all over again. Revealing this intimate, cherished memory with someone whose name he doesn't even know yet. "I'd hate to be bold so soon, but care to show me sometime?" That boyish, devil may care grin flirting across his lips immediately at the idea.
"An honest living. That's honorable." Harper won't disparage blue collar work, not when he'd been living hand to mouth most days as an acrobat in his youth. "But if you ever wanted to try something new, I'd help you. There's so much out here to try, I've barely scratched the surface myself. You seem more deserving of it than me." And what else does he have to spend his wages on? Adventure is all he has these days outside of his job. Maybe the man with the old, sad eyes will join him on one. Harper would like to see him without the weight of the world apparent on his shoulders.
Their hands meet in a firm shake, callouses apparent on both palms from years of hard work. Harper's ears go pink before his cheeks, a strangled sort of noise escaping that he turns into an awkward clearing of his throat at the smirking countenance that stares unblinkingly at him. "You're welcome to call me whatever you like," he teases back, trying to regain his footing - and his normal flirtations, harmless though they've always been in the past - and not appear like a waifish damsel. "Don't tell the workers at the Halenani though. They'd get mighty jealous." They're comfortable with him precisely because of his lack of interest in them, but they tease him relentlessly all the same.
"An honest living. That's honorable." Harper won't disparage blue collar work, not when he'd been living hand to mouth most days as an acrobat in his youth. "But if you ever wanted to try something new, I'd help you. There's so much out here to try, I've barely scratched the surface myself. You seem more deserving of it than me." And what else does he have to spend his wages on? Adventure is all he has these days outside of his job. Maybe the man with the old, sad eyes will join him on one. Harper would like to see him without the weight of the world apparent on his shoulders.
Their hands meet in a firm shake, callouses apparent on both palms from years of hard work. Harper's ears go pink before his cheeks, a strangled sort of noise escaping that he turns into an awkward clearing of his throat at the smirking countenance that stares unblinkingly at him. "You're welcome to call me whatever you like," he teases back, trying to regain his footing - and his normal flirtations, harmless though they've always been in the past - and not appear like a waifish damsel. "Don't tell the workers at the Halenani though. They'd get mighty jealous." They're comfortable with him precisely because of his lack of interest in them, but they tease him relentlessly all the same.
this is your ocean, an ocean of night
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
