Harper
I was born in a big gray cloud screaming out a love song
"You can if you'd like, but you don't have to push yourself." Her nightmares, the scars and wounds still present in her mind, Harper knows he cannot heal them. Still, he will not do anything that risks worsening them either. It is a delicate balancing act; lucky that Harper was an acrobat, then. He won't let her down, not even in the midst of all this uncertainty.
Her kiss is gentle, and Harper returns it at the same chaste, lingering level. Though as they part, his brows draw down, immediately concerned and attentive to this news. "We don't know much about this new god," he admits quietly. "Or at least, I don't. Maybe he thinks he can't come home because we are both devoted to Safrin?" Just as the boy had always been, or so it had seemed. But if that's what he thought, he was sorely mistaken - he would always be welcome in their hearts and their home, no matter what path he took in life.
Her kiss is gentle, and Harper returns it at the same chaste, lingering level. Though as they part, his brows draw down, immediately concerned and attentive to this news. "We don't know much about this new god," he admits quietly. "Or at least, I don't. Maybe he thinks he can't come home because we are both devoted to Safrin?" Just as the boy had always been, or so it had seemed. But if that's what he thought, he was sorely mistaken - he would always be welcome in their hearts and their home, no matter what path he took in life.
among broken chords and unnamed cries -
what a place to come from
what a place to come from
