HARPER
"Oh, no! It's actually amazing here, I lived in the city for so long I had forgotten what the ocean looked like. I haven't been this at peace in a long time, even when I get nostalgic for home." Harper doesn't even consider lying, and the sincerity rings clear when he speaks, lips twisted in a small awed smile. Torchline is truly gorgeous, all of the lands really are. Though he misses a lot of aspects about cities in general, and his city in particular, Harper is aware that his stress levels have drastically been reduced since he was dropped into Caido.
The man's eyes scald wherever they land, Harper too keyed into him to not notice where those eyes linger. He's not self-conscious, but he does squirm a little, wondering if the bartender had been a little liberal with the bottle to explain away the heat in his belly. He's certainly no eunuch, Harper knows his own reactions and what they mean, but...well, it's been years since he has even entertained the notion of being in someone's bed or allowing them into his. Admittedly he's at a loss of what to do, and so he merely continues playing with his glass, switching to the new one that Matéo had ordered when the last one is finally emptied. He doesn't miss the way the man leans in, but his only reaction is to go still, mouth lax and heart rabitting. Not pushing away, merely waiting in limbo, and unsure whether he's disappointed or relieved when Matéo catches himself and withdraws.
The alcohol is a welcome distraction, even if it's sure to kick his lightweight ass a little too far into the tipsy realm. Harper knocks it back regardless. Flushing all the deeper at the endearment that makes his heart flutter a little, preening in a fashion exactly akin to what he'd just been compared to. "I can handle taking more than you think, alcohol or no," he shoots back before he can doubt himself. The roguish smirk only making him feel all the more overheated. "Do you think I'm attracted to the uncivilized act then? Think it's working for you?" Oh it's definitely working, but Harper needles nevertheless, wanting the man's attention and words all to himself.
The man's eyes scald wherever they land, Harper too keyed into him to not notice where those eyes linger. He's not self-conscious, but he does squirm a little, wondering if the bartender had been a little liberal with the bottle to explain away the heat in his belly. He's certainly no eunuch, Harper knows his own reactions and what they mean, but...well, it's been years since he has even entertained the notion of being in someone's bed or allowing them into his. Admittedly he's at a loss of what to do, and so he merely continues playing with his glass, switching to the new one that Matéo had ordered when the last one is finally emptied. He doesn't miss the way the man leans in, but his only reaction is to go still, mouth lax and heart rabitting. Not pushing away, merely waiting in limbo, and unsure whether he's disappointed or relieved when Matéo catches himself and withdraws.
The alcohol is a welcome distraction, even if it's sure to kick his lightweight ass a little too far into the tipsy realm. Harper knocks it back regardless. Flushing all the deeper at the endearment that makes his heart flutter a little, preening in a fashion exactly akin to what he'd just been compared to. "I can handle taking more than you think, alcohol or no," he shoots back before he can doubt himself. The roguish smirk only making him feel all the more overheated. "Do you think I'm attracted to the uncivilized act then? Think it's working for you?" Oh it's definitely working, but Harper needles nevertheless, wanting the man's attention and words all to himself.
this is your ocean, an ocean of night
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
