golden comets

Harper

I thank whatever gods may be

for my unconquerable soul

Loathe as he is to say goodbye to his new - and now in this world, only - friend, Harper knows that the longer his shoulder remains dislocated the more dangerous it becomes. Even if the temptation to stay and revel in this new friendship is fierce. "I'd say that's a perfectly good deal." It's easy to stand back up without his hands, keeping himself from moving the injury too much.

"Nothing that can't wait." He throws his good arm over Oliver's shoulders to tuck him into a quick hug before he steps away. "Stay stage till then!" Goodbyes aren't something Harper does, so he gives a jaunty wave and goes walking off in the direction of the Infirmary. The sooner he gets fixed up, the sooner he can get back to exploring.

{Fin!}

_{Code base by Sky!}