Blooming

Harper

Harper has no idea if magic is genetic, but frankly he isn't willing to take that risk regardless, and as such he's grateful when it becomes clear Phoebe is of a similar mind. "You know I will never keep you from Frey's calling," he assures softly, brushing a kiss to her palm. "But it will only be a short time in the grand scheme of things." Time would fly, and they would marvel at how quickly it had done so, until they were rushing to prepare. Harper had seen it happen to many of his team members who had settled down, whether they had eventually left the life or not.

What she proposes is a great idea, and Harper smiles, pleased they've found an alternative so quickly. "I think that's a good idea. Somewhere in the treeline, for natural protection from the winds, so long as we reinforce the roof against any debris from above." Already his mind is spinning to come up with the particulars. Pressing forward, he doesn't deny himself the pleasure of pressing kisses all over her face once again, the excitement rearing its head anew now that the hard part has passed. "Gods, a baby. I can't believe it. There's so much I want to start doing, but it feels too soon," he laughs, cheeks bunching with his joyous mirth. Like names, and color palettes for their room, and stocking up on items. He wants to do it all now, and yet he can't.

can we go back to the world we had?
with a love so sweet it makes me sad