HARPER
Her breeze is unmistakable, and by time she is solid before him he is moon-eyed and smiling. Her praise makes his chest swell and shoulders straighten. "I swear it was your name alone that prompted Talyson to save me from my own idiocy," he chuckles, recalling how the sour courier had paused and begrudgingly intervened the moment Harper had explained the reasoning for his venture.
In her pale hands, the pink of the morganite seems all the deeper, like a heart cradled in her palms. It is not unfitting imagery considering his feelings for her, kneeling at her feet like a knight out of time. "Will you put it on me, my lady?" Bowing his head trustingly so she might place the necklace over his dark, curly head. Whatever questions he may have can wait until the reverence of the moment has passed.
In her pale hands, the pink of the morganite seems all the deeper, like a heart cradled in her palms. It is not unfitting imagery considering his feelings for her, kneeling at her feet like a knight out of time. "Will you put it on me, my lady?" Bowing his head trustingly so she might place the necklace over his dark, curly head. Whatever questions he may have can wait until the reverence of the moment has passed.
oh poor atlas, the world's a beast of a burden
and you've been holding on a very long time
and you've been holding on a very long time
