HARPER
Her pale face goes softer as he sits up, and he wriggles about in the sand to face her better like an overly large puppy. "Nice to meet you properly Maea," he says with a boyish grin. Turning immediately sheepish at the mention of Libbs, and the very late realization he'd had in the bar that she was flirting with him. Quite openly at that. At least she doesn't seem to be poking too much fun at him for that. "She's lovely," he agrees shyly. "We're both metalheads, so we hit it off fast. But I never expected well..that..." His gaze darts away in embarrassment, groaning and laughing as he slaps a hand to his face and smears it down dramatically. Harper feels he's far too old for such reactions personally, but sincerity and reciprocated flirtations simply didn't exist in his old world where everyone was jaded and grieving in some way.
A single muscled shoulder shrugs away her apology with a kind smile. "I could tell, and I understand. I wouldn't have wanted you to make yourself uncomfortable just to talk to me anyhow." It would have made him look back on their meeting with regret, and he certainly doesn't want to feel that way. Turning to look at the ocean with her, he props his arms up behind himself and stares into the endless horizon of water. "It's a force of nature all its own," he agrees softly, that same awe in his voice. "Where I came from we lived by an ocean, but it was far colder and rockier. I still swam frequently, but this is much more appealing." Grinning he digs his toes into the sand and flicks it up into the air, enjoying the heat on his skin as he burrows them deep.
A single muscled shoulder shrugs away her apology with a kind smile. "I could tell, and I understand. I wouldn't have wanted you to make yourself uncomfortable just to talk to me anyhow." It would have made him look back on their meeting with regret, and he certainly doesn't want to feel that way. Turning to look at the ocean with her, he props his arms up behind himself and stares into the endless horizon of water. "It's a force of nature all its own," he agrees softly, that same awe in his voice. "Where I came from we lived by an ocean, but it was far colder and rockier. I still swam frequently, but this is much more appealing." Grinning he digs his toes into the sand and flicks it up into the air, enjoying the heat on his skin as he burrows them deep.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
