HARPER
Relationships like these are the ones Harper never fails to appreciate the most. The candid, vulnerable, shiftable pieces that ensure that no matter where in life they find themselves, their relationship can change to fill the new spaces created. Her softly whispered words may be in a foreign tongue, but they are far from foreign to his ears. And he doesn't know exactly why it is that her own desperation rises in quiet, yearning answer to his own. Doesn't know all that occurred - in detail, at least - with Locke and Aurelia. They are each other's confidants, but some things - especially matters of the heart - are harder to share aloud.
The soft brush of her lips against his is relatively platonic, all things considered, but the physical expression of closeness has him pressing just a hair closer. Into something that cannot be called anything but a kiss, but which is too sweet and chaste to be much else. "I'm here. I promise. We have each other." Tonight, tomorrow, however long they both need each other. Opening his eyes is a Herculean task, but he manages a wan smile. "Bedtime?"
The soft brush of her lips against his is relatively platonic, all things considered, but the physical expression of closeness has him pressing just a hair closer. Into something that cannot be called anything but a kiss, but which is too sweet and chaste to be much else. "I'm here. I promise. We have each other." Tonight, tomorrow, however long they both need each other. Opening his eyes is a Herculean task, but he manages a wan smile. "Bedtime?"
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
