HARPER
Harper merely gives a silent crooked smile, watching the man's throat bob as he swallows before tearing his eyes away. No sense in making his flush deepen any further of his own accord, though it swiftly happens regardless because of Loren's proposition. Harper clears his throat and struggles for his composure, flattered and overwhelmed equally. "I wouldn't be against the idea," he manages to croak out. Why Loren is even entertaining the idea when Harper is making such a fool of himself is beyond him. Maybe bumbling virginal-appearing idiots is his type, who knows?
Caidians are far too forward to be good for Harper's heart.
The levitation surprises him slightly, but magic is far more common here than his home world. Instead he reaches out and plucks a rock from where it hangs in the air, a spark of challenge entering his eyes. "I prefer to show instead of tell. Care to start us off?" His grin is eager, waiting for the first stone to be thrown in a very literal sense.
Caidians are far too forward to be good for Harper's heart.
The levitation surprises him slightly, but magic is far more common here than his home world. Instead he reaches out and plucks a rock from where it hangs in the air, a spark of challenge entering his eyes. "I prefer to show instead of tell. Care to start us off?" His grin is eager, waiting for the first stone to be thrown in a very literal sense.
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
