HARPER
"I wish I could show you," he admits wistfully, gaze still stuck on an image he'll never be able to recreate for her. "I'm no artist but maybe I can commission something from Bastien. Not just for you but...for myself as well." There's a longing in his voice that draws it down, softens it. Harper only manages to shake himself from it when she poses her own question, and his lips purse in a contemplative pout as he considers it. "Much higher than a roof, but not as big as the Spire. Maybe a very tall tree in the Greatwood? We had no harnesses or nets, but I was learning before I could even walk." His grip strength as a baby was insane to say the least.
Then it's her turn to share parts of herself, and he squints at her in exaggerated suspicion. "I would scold you for that if you couldn't fly." Even so his lips twitch at the corners, glad someone else enjoys the sensation of empty air and adrenaline. "I'm sorry," he murmurs instead, thick with sincerity. "I can't imagine how hard that must be. Do you think you want to reconnect with her as she is now?" Or were the memories - even if Rexanna had not experienced them directly - too soured with history to move past?
Then it's her turn to share parts of herself, and he squints at her in exaggerated suspicion. "I would scold you for that if you couldn't fly." Even so his lips twitch at the corners, glad someone else enjoys the sensation of empty air and adrenaline. "I'm sorry," he murmurs instead, thick with sincerity. "I can't imagine how hard that must be. Do you think you want to reconnect with her as she is now?" Or were the memories - even if Rexanna had not experienced them directly - too soured with history to move past?
this is your ocean, an ocean of night
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