Blooming

Harper

Harper blows a raspberry at her semantics, eyes crinkled joyously even as the dismissive noise leaves his pursed lips. "I'll get you to say it someday, mark my words," he chuckles, fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. She is all at once newly delicate to him and profoundly strong now that he knows she's pregnant. It's a contrast he can't hope to put words to, and one he's sure to struggle with in the months to come.

It won't be the first or last struggle however, and he knows this. As evidenced by the problem they now face. Harper is loathe to bring the mood down, but already he is getting 'nesting' urges to say the least, ones only worsened by his Attuned state of being. Leaving her before was hard enough. Asking him to do it now would be nigh impossible when his instincts are screaming at him to keep her close. "Does Frey need you physically in Stormbreak, or do you just need to work in tandem with the other demigods?" It feels unfair to even insinuate that she has more freedom to move back to Torchline, but maybe she does. Harper doesn't know the status of the war, or the Gods plans for their chosen ones. "So long as your quest for the garden is underway, maybe you can stay in Torchline with me until the baby is born?"

can we go back to the world we had?
with a love so sweet it makes me sad