HARPER
"Some laws are meant to be bent," he agrees with a playful smile, recalling the many times he and his fellow vigilantes had been decried on various media platforms. For all his desires to defend and protect, he's certainly no straight-lace. "If it works for their economy and it's an accepted part of their society, I suppose there's no point in trying to uproot an entire system." Some things are worth fighting, while others are so ingrained in human nature and individual civilizations that they aren't worth burning to the ground until they grow out of control. Like a weed.
"Rebuilding," he repeats with a curious lilt to the words. "I'd say it's interesting, but it's kind of creepy," he admits sheepishly. Already having been dragged without consent from his world bothers him, but the idea of having to be rebuilt from a blueprint - is he even himself anymore physically then? - makes him feel kind of squeamish. Like he should be patting his skin all over to make sure his moles are in the right place.
Safrin preens like a majestic swan, and Harper can't help but grin, endeared. "I'll whisper only the most flattering things to keep you company between visits," he promises, finding the idea appealing. He had never been one to speak aloud to a faceless, unproven god, but he's definitely the type to talk aloud. Perhaps she'll appreciate some check-ins. "I don't want to keep you here all to myself, though it's tempting." Boyish smile returns with a wattage no electric company could ever hope to harness. "Should we shake on it, or are you a hugger?" He bats his eyelashes at her playfully, wanting to see another of those gleaming smiles or the soft cadence of her laughter before he must release her from his presence.
"Rebuilding," he repeats with a curious lilt to the words. "I'd say it's interesting, but it's kind of creepy," he admits sheepishly. Already having been dragged without consent from his world bothers him, but the idea of having to be rebuilt from a blueprint - is he even himself anymore physically then? - makes him feel kind of squeamish. Like he should be patting his skin all over to make sure his moles are in the right place.
Safrin preens like a majestic swan, and Harper can't help but grin, endeared. "I'll whisper only the most flattering things to keep you company between visits," he promises, finding the idea appealing. He had never been one to speak aloud to a faceless, unproven god, but he's definitely the type to talk aloud. Perhaps she'll appreciate some check-ins. "I don't want to keep you here all to myself, though it's tempting." Boyish smile returns with a wattage no electric company could ever hope to harness. "Should we shake on it, or are you a hugger?" He bats his eyelashes at her playfully, wanting to see another of those gleaming smiles or the soft cadence of her laughter before he must release her from his presence.
let your faith be bigger than your fear
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