HARPER
I stood outside when the roof gave in
You crawled from the wreckage you were lying in
You crawled from the wreckage you were lying in
"Have you considered sending a search party for her?" He'd done exactly that for Maeve and Phoebe alike in the past, though he prays Sohalia will have better luck than him in finding her wayward Captain if she does. He knows exactly how being involved with demigods can alter someone's path.
He's not expecting the sudden tumultuous confession that springs from her lips. Anger comes far easier to Harper when inebriated, and something dark and furious flickers in his eyes at the idea of his sons being harmed. "And he didn't see how instead he might have earned Torchline's favor by telling the King directly that his sons had been harmed, and offering to coordinate with us on the investigation?" His voice shakes with a baritone of anger, incandescent. He has to pull one hand away to fist against his thigh, not wanting to unintentionally squeeze her too hard or have her feel it. Maybe it wasn't her secret to tell, but he's glad that she has. Even if it makes him feel sick with the need to see his sons as quickly as possible, to make things right he hadn't even known he'd wronged.
Harper deflates slightly at her soft concern, glancing down at the half-tipped-over bottle between his legs, mocking him from the grass. "Nowhere has ever really been home here," he confesses quietly. "I thought it was Torchline for a long time. But maybe I was wrong." Maybe Stormbreak would be better than wandering through King's End and trying to drink his memories away. "Sunjata has been helping me learn to focus on myself for once. But I don't know how to exist without a purpose still." Thus the alcohol and sex, trying to numb away the feelings of aimlessness and boredom. Lifting his eyes to Sohalia's, he gives a wry smile. "But maybe I'll try. Though Jude might hate me for it." It's a soft warning, and one he's willing to bear as he makes clear - Jude would likely feel that way regardless since he'd left Torchline - but he doesn't want to make things worse for the two of them.
He's not expecting the sudden tumultuous confession that springs from her lips. Anger comes far easier to Harper when inebriated, and something dark and furious flickers in his eyes at the idea of his sons being harmed. "And he didn't see how instead he might have earned Torchline's favor by telling the King directly that his sons had been harmed, and offering to coordinate with us on the investigation?" His voice shakes with a baritone of anger, incandescent. He has to pull one hand away to fist against his thigh, not wanting to unintentionally squeeze her too hard or have her feel it. Maybe it wasn't her secret to tell, but he's glad that she has. Even if it makes him feel sick with the need to see his sons as quickly as possible, to make things right he hadn't even known he'd wronged.
Harper deflates slightly at her soft concern, glancing down at the half-tipped-over bottle between his legs, mocking him from the grass. "Nowhere has ever really been home here," he confesses quietly. "I thought it was Torchline for a long time. But maybe I was wrong." Maybe Stormbreak would be better than wandering through King's End and trying to drink his memories away. "Sunjata has been helping me learn to focus on myself for once. But I don't know how to exist without a purpose still." Thus the alcohol and sex, trying to numb away the feelings of aimlessness and boredom. Lifting his eyes to Sohalia's, he gives a wry smile. "But maybe I'll try. Though Jude might hate me for it." It's a soft warning, and one he's willing to bear as he makes clear - Jude would likely feel that way regardless since he'd left Torchline - but he doesn't want to make things worse for the two of them.
YOU'RE OUT OF REACH AND WE'RE OUT OF TIME
You hold my hand and pull me down with you
You hold my hand and pull me down with you
