I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
Harper moves his now berry-free hand over his heart as if wounded. "Such a blow! What happened to free will?" But it's all gentle teasing, as pleased by the idea of fate as by the idea of intentional desire.
"Still, for all you may be close to them, they may have ideas or needs that you don't know. There's no point in worrying over being inadequate, they clearly adore you regardless. If the time comes, it comes." Something he feels confident in saying, at least until she asks what he thinks of the idea. Harper doesn't immediately jump to assure her that he wouldn't mind, because he doesn't really know off the top of his head whether it would bother him or not. When the answer comes, it's slow and carefully considered after a prolonged moment of silence. "Upset, no. I'd be very proud of you, and happy for you. But I would be worried for our relationship. It wouldn't help along my own insecurities, and I would worry for you more. Demigods seem to be in the center of trouble everywhere they go." In his world, demigods also have extended lives, if not immortality. He's not sure if that's the same here, but he's terrified by the prospect. Not that he intends to tell her that without knowing of course.
"That's fair. Best not give them the chance to blow it out of proportion yet. Though war isn't really something to react mildly to either." Sighing, he rakes a hand through his drying hair, tugging on the ends habitually as he tries to muddle through this new problem. "See, this is exactly why I'm concerned. Neither of us are magical, and your training is still adequate at best. Supporting Seren is one thing, but Remi and Ronin chose this path as adults. I don't want you dragged into a war and hurt or potentially killed just because you're trying to be kind and neighborly." Hopefully she'll understand that instead of taking offense.
"Still, for all you may be close to them, they may have ideas or needs that you don't know. There's no point in worrying over being inadequate, they clearly adore you regardless. If the time comes, it comes." Something he feels confident in saying, at least until she asks what he thinks of the idea. Harper doesn't immediately jump to assure her that he wouldn't mind, because he doesn't really know off the top of his head whether it would bother him or not. When the answer comes, it's slow and carefully considered after a prolonged moment of silence. "Upset, no. I'd be very proud of you, and happy for you. But I would be worried for our relationship. It wouldn't help along my own insecurities, and I would worry for you more. Demigods seem to be in the center of trouble everywhere they go." In his world, demigods also have extended lives, if not immortality. He's not sure if that's the same here, but he's terrified by the prospect. Not that he intends to tell her that without knowing of course.
"That's fair. Best not give them the chance to blow it out of proportion yet. Though war isn't really something to react mildly to either." Sighing, he rakes a hand through his drying hair, tugging on the ends habitually as he tries to muddle through this new problem. "See, this is exactly why I'm concerned. Neither of us are magical, and your training is still adequate at best. Supporting Seren is one thing, but Remi and Ronin chose this path as adults. I don't want you dragged into a war and hurt or potentially killed just because you're trying to be kind and neighborly." Hopefully she'll understand that instead of taking offense.
and watch me come alive
