This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
Seren had to wonder whether she was that transparent, or if Harper was better at reading people than she knew. Perhaps it was a touch of the intuition she possessed herself, that whispered of unhappiness or shifting moods. The offer to talk was tempting; she offered a half shrug, the smile faltering.
"I've been told that I overshare," she murmured evasively. "Apparently I'm not careful enough with my secrets... so I'm not sure if I should tell you." She wanted to, that much was apparent, but just as clearly she was trying very hard to be cautious.
The concept of a vigilante was new to her, but the things Harper listed sounded fun enough. "An acrobat, and a vigilante," she mused, remembering what he'd said about growing up. "You make it sound as though remembering isn't just a good thing...?" A gust of wind ruffled her dark curls and blew locks into her eyes. Seren raked it back with a hand, trying in vain to make it stick behind an ear. A mirroring of Harper's own gesture, subconscious and hardly noticed.
"I've been told that I overshare," she murmured evasively. "Apparently I'm not careful enough with my secrets... so I'm not sure if I should tell you." She wanted to, that much was apparent, but just as clearly she was trying very hard to be cautious.
The concept of a vigilante was new to her, but the things Harper listed sounded fun enough. "An acrobat, and a vigilante," she mused, remembering what he'd said about growing up. "You make it sound as though remembering isn't just a good thing...?" A gust of wind ruffled her dark curls and blew locks into her eyes. Seren raked it back with a hand, trying in vain to make it stick behind an ear. A mirroring of Harper's own gesture, subconscious and hardly noticed.
Seren
