HARPER
It's clear she's rather dazed, surely winded, but at least she is safe. While her magic could have surely saved her, it would only have done so at her command, and Harper doesn't believe he's too far off the mark in assuming she wouldn't have had the wherewithal to do so.
The strain makes it difficult to smile, but Harper has believed for many years that it is the one thing he was made to do, and so he forces it upon his face to try to put any nerves at ease as Seren's pale face gazes up at him. The pull lessens immediately after, and Harper carefully unwinds his arm from the rope that entangles him, only then casting his gaze around at everything that hangs in the wake of Seren's power around them. "You can lower us," he assures, still keeping his grip on Seren instinctively, unwilling to release her until the earth was beneath their feet once more. Blood streaks down his skin in uncomfortable rivulets, like water trailing down your forearm while washing dishes. Harper has experienced far too much to liken it to anything more serious.
The strain makes it difficult to smile, but Harper has believed for many years that it is the one thing he was made to do, and so he forces it upon his face to try to put any nerves at ease as Seren's pale face gazes up at him. The pull lessens immediately after, and Harper carefully unwinds his arm from the rope that entangles him, only then casting his gaze around at everything that hangs in the wake of Seren's power around them. "You can lower us," he assures, still keeping his grip on Seren instinctively, unwilling to release her until the earth was beneath their feet once more. Blood streaks down his skin in uncomfortable rivulets, like water trailing down your forearm while washing dishes. Harper has experienced far too much to liken it to anything more serious.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
