I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
He reaches to squeeze her hand briefly, knowing that despite how they'd both moved on, there's always be old hurts. Ones Harper can't heal for either of them. "I know. But you've both moved on, and that's what will bring you both peace." They didn't have to interact again if they didn't want to, and they were now free to live their lives unburdened aside from memories.
"You can word it however you like princess, I'm still going to be a hardhead until the day comes," he chuckles, winking at her. But he knows the time is coming, that it's inevitable he seeks her out, likely this season. Especially concerning what Phoebe tells him now. He listens intently, a frown marring his handsome face as he considers what she tells him. He hasn't had much experience with the Ascended one way or the other.
"Well if you were Freys demigod, surely they'd be the deciding factor in whether you'd even join in their name?" The actual becoming a demigod isn't negative news, though something quiet and cold sneaks into his heart at the idea. That he will be left behind in time, if not because of her ascension into being something more then by their age. Every demigod he has known has had their age slowed, if not entirely stopped. But he won't stand in the way of her happiness, especially not this early on. "Have they been spying on you do you think? Are you...even considering joining them?" Almost afraid to ask, feeling like this is a moral precipice they stand upon, one which he isn't sure if his own stance on.
"You can word it however you like princess, I'm still going to be a hardhead until the day comes," he chuckles, winking at her. But he knows the time is coming, that it's inevitable he seeks her out, likely this season. Especially concerning what Phoebe tells him now. He listens intently, a frown marring his handsome face as he considers what she tells him. He hasn't had much experience with the Ascended one way or the other.
"Well if you were Freys demigod, surely they'd be the deciding factor in whether you'd even join in their name?" The actual becoming a demigod isn't negative news, though something quiet and cold sneaks into his heart at the idea. That he will be left behind in time, if not because of her ascension into being something more then by their age. Every demigod he has known has had their age slowed, if not entirely stopped. But he won't stand in the way of her happiness, especially not this early on. "Have they been spying on you do you think? Are you...even considering joining them?" Almost afraid to ask, feeling like this is a moral precipice they stand upon, one which he isn't sure if his own stance on.
and watch me come alive
