and the only solution was to stand and fight
my body was bruised and i was set alight
The man he speaks to is apparently the coordinator as he had assumed, and Harper nods politely at the time estimation. "I'm sure with enough hands we can get it done that quickly. The weather looks like it'll hold out." Blue eyes cast to the sky, watching the clouds with a keen gaze reminiscent to longing as others gather slowly. When it is time to work, the tasks are listed out and picked from, and Harper shrugs with a little smile and happily takes up the last. Moving the rocks is a good exercise, loosening up wound muscles and warming him as the sheet above takes away the sun's meager heat. Some debris is easily kicked away with a well-placed boot, while others require rolling or hauling that strains his shoulders against his shirt.
It's tedious menial work, but for a cause that Harper cares about. The initiation on Bastien's part is appreciated, and he hopes that others who experienced loss more keenly in the wake of the festival will be comforted by the man's work even in some small way. Harper can't fix what happened, but he can help in this small way.
It's tedious menial work, but for a cause that Harper cares about. The initiation on Bastien's part is appreciated, and he hopes that others who experienced loss more keenly in the wake of the festival will be comforted by the man's work even in some small way. Harper can't fix what happened, but he can help in this small way.
but you came over me like some holy rite
and though I was burning, you're the only light
HARPER
