HARPER
Harper nods quietly to her concession, not interested in arguing any further - though hes not inclined to call it an argument with how mild it has been - when there's so many better uses of both of their time. Though he gives her a roguish grin at her flippant comment. "Without patient consent? I'll have to report you for that." Though there's likely no board to report her to even if he was serious. It's definitely a big change. This place is advanced in so many magical, ethereal ways. And yet so behind in others. Harper isn't quite sure how he feels about it, how he fits in the grand scheme of all this.
It's a question for later, though his weariness is already spotted. Harper hums softly in his throat, disconnecting their gazes, considering each word. "Exactly. It's hard for me to let myself stop and experience other emotions for the sake of being well-rounded psychologically. After all I've been through, I'd rather just be happy." At first it had led to him ignoring the darker emotions, bottling them up until they exploded. But he had been young, and age has helped him learn how to find a good balance over time.
"Well i was a circus acrobat since I was born, if I can't entertain children I'd be out of a job!" His grin is back to being bright, reveling in the memories that streak colorfully over his minds eyes in watercolor shades of joy. He'd been the same age as many of the guests, but had enjoyed showing them tricks, introducing them to the elephants who were like family to him. A few young boys wouldn't be the first tough crowd Harper had experienced.
A frown pulls at his lips at the mention of Oliver and being hexed. "Where I come from, Gods are benevolent, loving of the willfulness and flaws, since they created them that way. Hexes seem quite unfair." Perhaps it's because he's so fond of Oliver, or his own lack of religion in his life, but he can't help that it rubs him wrong. "That's quite a mouthful though, I'll have to keep it in mind." Heralds can't be that much different from like saints or whatever right? Man he never thought he'd regret not going to church.
It's a question for later, though his weariness is already spotted. Harper hums softly in his throat, disconnecting their gazes, considering each word. "Exactly. It's hard for me to let myself stop and experience other emotions for the sake of being well-rounded psychologically. After all I've been through, I'd rather just be happy." At first it had led to him ignoring the darker emotions, bottling them up until they exploded. But he had been young, and age has helped him learn how to find a good balance over time.
"Well i was a circus acrobat since I was born, if I can't entertain children I'd be out of a job!" His grin is back to being bright, reveling in the memories that streak colorfully over his minds eyes in watercolor shades of joy. He'd been the same age as many of the guests, but had enjoyed showing them tricks, introducing them to the elephants who were like family to him. A few young boys wouldn't be the first tough crowd Harper had experienced.
A frown pulls at his lips at the mention of Oliver and being hexed. "Where I come from, Gods are benevolent, loving of the willfulness and flaws, since they created them that way. Hexes seem quite unfair." Perhaps it's because he's so fond of Oliver, or his own lack of religion in his life, but he can't help that it rubs him wrong. "That's quite a mouthful though, I'll have to keep it in mind." Heralds can't be that much different from like saints or whatever right? Man he never thought he'd regret not going to church.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
