show me all of your affection
let it rain on me
Dark brows rise incredulously at the notion, chuckling slightly. "A magic hairbrush? Don't waste something that fancy on me." Harper won't take offense if Oliver does anyway, it's definitely an important item that he'd never dream of asking to use.
It helps that despite certain modern day terms and jokes not registering, some things are universal. And wouldn't you know, hipsters just so happen to be a world-wide time-hopping pest.
Harper stifles a sigh, not wanting Oliver to think he's mad or exasperated. At least, not at him. Harper is definitely feeling that way towards himself. He'd intended for this meeting to be relaxing and fun, and now it's just spiraling out of control because of his own fucked up trauma. "You must rely heavily on your intuition then," he says weakly, not really sure what he could say with how neither of them would back down from their stances. Standing at opposing sides. Lifting blue eyes at his name he tries to wipe any negativity away, to refocus and give Oliver his attention. "Yeah?"
It helps that despite certain modern day terms and jokes not registering, some things are universal. And wouldn't you know, hipsters just so happen to be a world-wide time-hopping pest.
Harper stifles a sigh, not wanting Oliver to think he's mad or exasperated. At least, not at him. Harper is definitely feeling that way towards himself. He'd intended for this meeting to be relaxing and fun, and now it's just spiraling out of control because of his own fucked up trauma. "You must rely heavily on your intuition then," he says weakly, not really sure what he could say with how neither of them would back down from their stances. Standing at opposing sides. Lifting blue eyes at his name he tries to wipe any negativity away, to refocus and give Oliver his attention. "Yeah?"
and pull down all your mountains
drag your cities to the sea
HARPER
