I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
Luckily she doesn't comment on Sunjata's part in all of this. Surely it can be a conversation for later, with what lays at stake in the here and now. New beginnings and opportunities far removed from those old, painful memories and connections. The promise of newness and devotion instead of recollections of remorse. Harper smiles gratefully at the words she supplies, relieved that they're what he's used to at the very least. Familiarity to cling to as they voyage into uncharted territory together. It doesn't even seem real, even as she agrees. Like a dream he doesn't want to wake up from.
"It would make me very happy too," he assures, voice rumbling and soft, expression plainly endeared. Fingers coming to trace the delicate curve of her ear, the other tentatively landing high on her waist, careful not to stray too far. To push anything with all this newness to contend with. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long." Leaning to kiss the corner of her mouth this time, unable to help himself. Feeling smitten and boyish for the first time since his fiancée had died. Like being reborn.
"It would make me very happy too," he assures, voice rumbling and soft, expression plainly endeared. Fingers coming to trace the delicate curve of her ear, the other tentatively landing high on her waist, careful not to stray too far. To push anything with all this newness to contend with. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long." Leaning to kiss the corner of her mouth this time, unable to help himself. Feeling smitten and boyish for the first time since his fiancée had died. Like being reborn.
and watch me come alive
