the echoes of the thunderclaps
reverberation of the dead
reverberation of the dead
Worse it was. Such was the inevitability of honesty. Truthfully Harper doesn’t think about the fact that Phoebe only remembers the Maeve of the Halenani. It’s still hard to even wrap his head around her absence only being minutes long to her, of course he doesn’t. So instead he nods mutely, because she doesn’t say anything that reveals any of her thoughts to him, or ask any clarifying questions.
Instead he returns with Jude’s things as quickly as he can, sure the evening is far from over. That she would have more questions, that he would have to update her on Torchline, the war, the tension of the world at large. Her dryness is not quite a chill, but he feels her distance all the same. Perhaps it’s just desserts. Either way, the journey to their old shared home is silent, and only once Harper opens the front door and enters to open the windows so the still air can dissipate does he venture to speak. “After about a month I couldn’t do it alone. I helped raise Edmund when Maeve’s partner abandoned her, and she was struggling with raising him and being Queen at the same time - so I went to her for advice. She wouldn’t hear a word of me coming back, she moved Jude and I into the Court immediately so that I didn’t lapse in my duties as a father or a Councilman.” Again he’s careful to keep his tone neutral, to not reveal the gratitude and emotion he’d felt that night. At least Phoebe would recall Harper being added to Torchline’s government; that, at least, would be familiar. He sets Jude’s things down and begins clearing off the couch, so Phoebe might sit and hold Jude while he slept.
Instead he returns with Jude’s things as quickly as he can, sure the evening is far from over. That she would have more questions, that he would have to update her on Torchline, the war, the tension of the world at large. Her dryness is not quite a chill, but he feels her distance all the same. Perhaps it’s just desserts. Either way, the journey to their old shared home is silent, and only once Harper opens the front door and enters to open the windows so the still air can dissipate does he venture to speak. “After about a month I couldn’t do it alone. I helped raise Edmund when Maeve’s partner abandoned her, and she was struggling with raising him and being Queen at the same time - so I went to her for advice. She wouldn’t hear a word of me coming back, she moved Jude and I into the Court immediately so that I didn’t lapse in my duties as a father or a Councilman.” Again he’s careful to keep his tone neutral, to not reveal the gratitude and emotion he’d felt that night. At least Phoebe would recall Harper being added to Torchline’s government; that, at least, would be familiar. He sets Jude’s things down and begins clearing off the couch, so Phoebe might sit and hold Jude while he slept.
provides the tempo for the song
describing how all things went wrong
describing how all things went wrong
