HARPER
Harper arrives fashionably late, clothed in bright spring colors and with a beaming smile on his face. The day is beautiful, his few friends are gathered, and celebrations are abound. What more could he ask for on a day like this?
Phoebe is the first person he recognizes as he walks in, handing out flower crowns made of honeysuckle blooms, the boys at her side for mere moments before they go scampering off. Replaced moments later byOliver arriving at her side. "Hello there!" he calls over the ruckus as he approaches, happily taking a flower crown from Phoebe and placing it upon his head. "This festival looks amazing. Thank you for making these!" The smell is delightful, subtle but pervasive, and his eyes crinkled joyously as he gazes out at the various fun and activities going on around them. "I honestly don't even know where to start." It's almost the same atmosphere as the circus, and it fills him with both longing and happiness to be reminded of such days.
Phoebe is the first person he recognizes as he walks in, handing out flower crowns made of honeysuckle blooms, the boys at her side for mere moments before they go scampering off. Replaced moments later by
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God