HARPER
The flicker of her beautiful eyes down along his wrists does not bother him, far too used to even more obvious stares and biting questions, though his smile only grows warmer when she does not question them. From the scar on her neck, catching his own gaze, Harper assumes she understands the desire to not be questioned about them. To simply have them be part of you, and not a sob-story in waiting for whoever wanted to drag them into the limelight. He is momentarily distracted when he bows to Auni, bumping his hard head right against the tine in greeting, laughing at the strangeness of the encounter but happy to have created an amicable relationship already.
When she reaches for the crown, his smile becomes a beam, glad that the flowers he had used happen to contrast perfectly with her dark hair. "There we go. Now you're a proper queen, crown and all." Warm blue eyes crinkle at the edges, because she certainly has the aura of royalty, and he can't help but want to tear it down and tease her. Find the woman beneath all that control.
She plays into the role quite well, announcing her name with a regal tilt of her head. Harper deepens his bow, though his grin deepens to match it. He is clearly the court jester to her queen. Or perhaps a knight, if he is to maneuver his thoughts down darker avenues. Idle hands pluck his half-completed project from the grass as she speaks, fingers weaving without taking his gaze from her. "You'd be correct, I've only been here two days. I came here to process some of it." It doesn't feel wrong to bare that truth to her, feels that she will understand the chaotic nature of arriving in an entirely new world somehow, though he has no way of knowing her citizenship. "Will you be going? I'll have to put in a request for a dance now if I have any chance of stealing you away," he says, winking at her. She is beautiful, and certainly would have many hands offered to her throughout the night if she so desired to accept them.
When she reaches for the crown, his smile becomes a beam, glad that the flowers he had used happen to contrast perfectly with her dark hair. "There we go. Now you're a proper queen, crown and all." Warm blue eyes crinkle at the edges, because she certainly has the aura of royalty, and he can't help but want to tear it down and tease her. Find the woman beneath all that control.
She plays into the role quite well, announcing her name with a regal tilt of her head. Harper deepens his bow, though his grin deepens to match it. He is clearly the court jester to her queen. Or perhaps a knight, if he is to maneuver his thoughts down darker avenues. Idle hands pluck his half-completed project from the grass as she speaks, fingers weaving without taking his gaze from her. "You'd be correct, I've only been here two days. I came here to process some of it." It doesn't feel wrong to bare that truth to her, feels that she will understand the chaotic nature of arriving in an entirely new world somehow, though he has no way of knowing her citizenship. "Will you be going? I'll have to put in a request for a dance now if I have any chance of stealing you away," he says, winking at her. She is beautiful, and certainly would have many hands offered to her throughout the night if she so desired to accept them.
