(o) SPF Over 9000

HARPER

"I'll take 'easy to talk to', that's a lot nicer than what some have called me," Harper chuckles. Of course most of those people had been zip-tied or handcuffed within minutes of meeting him, and as such didn't get much by way of weight to their words, but Harper still looks back on some of the more creative insults with a weird kind of fondness. Though her philosophy is not so misplaced here. "Hmm, I told Phoebe that almost verbatim when we first met. We're all human, and we'll all fail sometimes, but kindness and good intentions mean more than people think. I'd rather leave more good than bad behind when my life is done." A moral guidance that had taken him from the arms of slaughter and into the weighted mantle of protection.

Soft expression makes his own melt, and he smiles warmly at the lass if she will deign to turn her gaze his way. "To try is all he can promise. For what it's worth, I think anybody can move past failed entanglements with enough sincere emotion and motivation. I hope it works out for you two." Sunjata's happiness may rank lower than Maea's in Harper's desires, but it is her life, her heart to lead. He sincerely prays that they have found their fated ends in one another. "Though you'll have to give me relationship tips if it does," he tacks on playfully, throwing another small handful of sand at Maea with a cheeky grin.

if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy