I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
Her hesitancy and words alone make him sigh. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, confession, and happiness. Yet already it seems to be tainted with this new topic. "Could we? And if you stayed young while I grew old? If your Gods asked you to do something I couldn't agree with, your loyalty would rip you apart. I would support you and stay by your side, don't think I wouldn't still try for us. I'm not condemning the idea, I'd still be ecstatic for you if you were chosen." And he would, of that he is sure, with a sincerity in his breast that is undeniable and more than just convincing himself of a better outcome. "But it wouldn't erase my concerns about how it may affect us is all I'm saying. We'd just...have to try and figure it out. Like we've always had to do." Because nothing ever seems to be easy for the two of them, gods damn it.
"Wars in my world devastated entire countries. Whole cities, populations. Torchline could be winked out with the push of one greedy finger. I know exactly what war does, Phoebe, I've fought in them." His voice remains mild, lest she think he's scolding her when he's merely reminding her that she's not the only one to have seen war. Only his had been all the more terrifying and unpredictable with atomic weapons, godlike villains, and hyped up technology to contend with. Harper knows exactly what that trauma tastes like, he still dreams of it sometimes. "I'm not saying don't prepare for it. I'm saying you're sounding sacrificial, involving yourself on behalf of two adult demigods who are arguably far more equipped to fight this war than you. Can you not see why I'd be worried? Family or not, would they not want to protect you in return? You said information gathering, now suddenly you're talking of attracting attention. That's a big, dangerous jump, and one that concerns me as your boyfriend." Hopefully that's a better explanation, though Harper's voice is defeated and monotone. Already expecting her to rail against him in disagreement, and mourning the happy tone they'd previously been wrapped up in.
"Wars in my world devastated entire countries. Whole cities, populations. Torchline could be winked out with the push of one greedy finger. I know exactly what war does, Phoebe, I've fought in them." His voice remains mild, lest she think he's scolding her when he's merely reminding her that she's not the only one to have seen war. Only his had been all the more terrifying and unpredictable with atomic weapons, godlike villains, and hyped up technology to contend with. Harper knows exactly what that trauma tastes like, he still dreams of it sometimes. "I'm not saying don't prepare for it. I'm saying you're sounding sacrificial, involving yourself on behalf of two adult demigods who are arguably far more equipped to fight this war than you. Can you not see why I'd be worried? Family or not, would they not want to protect you in return? You said information gathering, now suddenly you're talking of attracting attention. That's a big, dangerous jump, and one that concerns me as your boyfriend." Hopefully that's a better explanation, though Harper's voice is defeated and monotone. Already expecting her to rail against him in disagreement, and mourning the happy tone they'd previously been wrapped up in.
and watch me come alive
