HARPER
There aren’t many brave souls out and about currently - they’d likely been smarter than Harper and had the sense to stay inside upon seeing the dark clouds overhead. It means as Locke approaches, Harper lifts his hand to shield his eyes from the rain, and makes a pleased noise of recognition. The man does the same, and Harper’s smile is contrastingly sunny at the familiarity. “Harper, you got it! Locke, right?” He’d been trained to memorize names and faces, which lends itself to kindness now instead of darker days of targets and assassinations.
The stall is all it takes to get soaked through, and Harper drops his hand in defeat. At least it’s warm rain, which makes it easier to bear. “I’m not used to it being warm, but it’s kind of fun without the wind,” he agrees with a chuckle, spinning on his heel to look out across the sand and sparse vegetation. Already the downpour is collecting in pools and puddles, silver surfaces distorted by falling droplets. Harper considers them for a moment, reminded of modern streets and cars that would hurry through the gathering water to splash unfortunate pedestrians.
Turning to Locke, a mischievous smile lights up his eyes. “Say, want to do something ridiculous?”
The stall is all it takes to get soaked through, and Harper drops his hand in defeat. At least it’s warm rain, which makes it easier to bear. “I’m not used to it being warm, but it’s kind of fun without the wind,” he agrees with a chuckle, spinning on his heel to look out across the sand and sparse vegetation. Already the downpour is collecting in pools and puddles, silver surfaces distorted by falling droplets. Harper considers them for a moment, reminded of modern streets and cars that would hurry through the gathering water to splash unfortunate pedestrians.
Turning to Locke, a mischievous smile lights up his eyes. “Say, want to do something ridiculous?”
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
