HARPER
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
He smiles genially at the kindly reply, grateful for first strides at something better, something more friendly. Though he laughs a little disparagingly at the inevitable question. For all he is an open book with most, these concerns are far deeper and darker than he feels is fair to share with Hadama. “I have had my personal life upturned in the past season, and the war has not made things any easier. It’s difficult for me to sit still - or sleep - when I have a lot on my mind, so I often wander instead.” Better to be useful instead of staring at the ceiling.
Turning as a distant commotion catches his ears, Harper frowns. “I should probably go see what that is. But I’ll be back to relieve you so you can sleep, okay?” He jogs off down the beach to investigate the disturbance, waving with a smile over his shoulder.
- - -
They don’t talk overly much throughout the week, only in the moments when Harper arrived to relieve Hadama and when he awakens the merman to take his leave. Though Harper himself is also running on much less sleep than before, he doesn’t regret helping the forger in the least. The ocean air alone would have been beneficial to his state of mind. Sitting with Hadama as the sun begins to rise, signaling their week is at an end, Harper hums softly. “I’m glad we had this time, Hadama. I know we couldn’t fully enjoy each others company, but it helped me as much as I hope it helped you.”
Turning as a distant commotion catches his ears, Harper frowns. “I should probably go see what that is. But I’ll be back to relieve you so you can sleep, okay?” He jogs off down the beach to investigate the disturbance, waving with a smile over his shoulder.
- - -
They don’t talk overly much throughout the week, only in the moments when Harper arrived to relieve Hadama and when he awakens the merman to take his leave. Though Harper himself is also running on much less sleep than before, he doesn’t regret helping the forger in the least. The ocean air alone would have been beneficial to his state of mind. Sitting with Hadama as the sun begins to rise, signaling their week is at an end, Harper hums softly. “I’m glad we had this time, Hadama. I know we couldn’t fully enjoy each others company, but it helped me as much as I hope it helped you.”
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
