Harper
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
The knock has him cursing into thin air, closing his eyes and vainly praying whoever it is will go away, assuming the house empty. It's already assumed they're looking for him or Jude because they would have had to pass the reception in the front before proceeding into the living quarters and council hall areas. But the second he hears Phoebe's muffled voice he knows he can't actually avoid it - especially when he blurrily hears Jude's name thrown in there.
If anything can rouse him from his stupor, it's his son's involvement. While Harper has never been a graceless man, alcohol is the one thing that robs him of his acrobatic elegance, and he stumbles to the door to open it halfway. Aware that he can't hide the smell or the tousled hair and bloodshot eyes even if he wanted to. "C'mon in," he rumbles, voice lower and gruffer as he gestures her inside. Best to get it over with quickly, try to ensure his blackened mood and memories don't rise to the surface - a greater risk if she lingers too long. "What'd he forget?"
If anything can rouse him from his stupor, it's his son's involvement. While Harper has never been a graceless man, alcohol is the one thing that robs him of his acrobatic elegance, and he stumbles to the door to open it halfway. Aware that he can't hide the smell or the tousled hair and bloodshot eyes even if he wanted to. "C'mon in," he rumbles, voice lower and gruffer as he gestures her inside. Best to get it over with quickly, try to ensure his blackened mood and memories don't rise to the surface - a greater risk if she lingers too long. "What'd he forget?"
But I would love you in any form you take
