HARPER
It's true, she has always had him at her back. Even when their roles were reversed she had his loyalty, his care and attention. Another sheep in the flock to which he tended, trusted to the deepest extent by all the working men and women in the Halenani. For all Torchline changes, they two remain. Hands clasped and overseeing the ripples that spread outward from their feet in the waters that have held them safe all these years. Home. And even when all others leave, they have each other to lean upon. Just as they do now.
Harper barely stirs as the tea is taken from his hands, and his own summarily fall to land one against the curve of her waist and the other the top of her thigh. Gentle pressure, exuding warmth from his scarred palms down through her clothes to be felt in a solid, but respectfully motionless manner. Her hand at his nape has him sighing softly, breath washing tea-sweetened and warm against her lips as the tension in his shoulders dissipates into nothing, leaving him sore but finally, blissfully, at rest in her embrace.
"Love you, Mae-bell," he murmurs, eyes heavy but mind awake despite the physical exhaustion deeply rooted in his body. Harper's fingers squeeze gently at her waist and thigh. "Can I stay with you tonight?" It's spoken tentatively, aware of outside connotations even if he is deeply certain that Maeve herself would understand the true reasoning. "It's been so long, I...I don't want to be alone."
Harper barely stirs as the tea is taken from his hands, and his own summarily fall to land one against the curve of her waist and the other the top of her thigh. Gentle pressure, exuding warmth from his scarred palms down through her clothes to be felt in a solid, but respectfully motionless manner. Her hand at his nape has him sighing softly, breath washing tea-sweetened and warm against her lips as the tension in his shoulders dissipates into nothing, leaving him sore but finally, blissfully, at rest in her embrace.
"Love you, Mae-bell," he murmurs, eyes heavy but mind awake despite the physical exhaustion deeply rooted in his body. Harper's fingers squeeze gently at her waist and thigh. "Can I stay with you tonight?" It's spoken tentatively, aware of outside connotations even if he is deeply certain that Maeve herself would understand the true reasoning. "It's been so long, I...I don't want to be alone."
lord don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
