show me all of your affection
let it rain on me
"He seems like a good man, I'm not surprised." Harper recalls the man with a budding respect after they had helped the artist make his memorial mural. That he is an exemplary leader of his guild is not surprising. Though the amount of guilds certainly is, and Harper files away the description of each one gratefully as Oliver mentions them individually. Though he blushes when the younger man compliments him so fiercely, finding himself unable to hold Oliver's gaze beneath that certain brand of ferocity. "Ahhhaha...I wouldn't go so far as that, but thank you. Your vote of confidence means a lot." Blue gaze flickers up to Oliver's, smiling crookedly. The matching hue on the other man's cheeks only makes it all the harder to hold eye contact, but Harper isn't one to shy away fully from his emotions. "That's...a lot to digest though. It's strange to not have a daily job, instead of just a guild I can visit that's based around something I enjoy." The lack of currency and economy still boggles the modern-day man. Most days are filled with wandering and exercising for Harper as he fails to adjust to Caido's rhythm.
Oliver leans into his touch, and Harper gives a comforting look when he continues on about his plight. "It's always up to you how much information you divulge, but most people here seem to be kind enough not to point out harmful observations." Oliver being one of them. Nobody has yet pointed out Harper's gratuitous scars. Though luckily most are covered by his clothing, he'd often had people comment on his scarred hands in his home world. Oliver will hopefully be safe from such intrusive questions here, at least until he can find a cure for his curse or become more comfortable with whatever affliction he has.
The idea of posing is a weird one, but Harper jumps into it with both feet like the eager fool he is. "Why not both?" Grinning, he sits up and contorts into a sitting stretch, arm arcing over and back to hook onto his foot. Breathing into the minor tug on his muscles (he'll have to fix that) Harper flashes a grin at Oliver, brow arched in a silent question, wondering if this will do.
Oliver leans into his touch, and Harper gives a comforting look when he continues on about his plight. "It's always up to you how much information you divulge, but most people here seem to be kind enough not to point out harmful observations." Oliver being one of them. Nobody has yet pointed out Harper's gratuitous scars. Though luckily most are covered by his clothing, he'd often had people comment on his scarred hands in his home world. Oliver will hopefully be safe from such intrusive questions here, at least until he can find a cure for his curse or become more comfortable with whatever affliction he has.
The idea of posing is a weird one, but Harper jumps into it with both feet like the eager fool he is. "Why not both?" Grinning, he sits up and contorts into a sitting stretch, arm arcing over and back to hook onto his foot. Breathing into the minor tug on his muscles (he'll have to fix that) Harper flashes a grin at Oliver, brow arched in a silent question, wondering if this will do.
and pull down all your mountains
drag your cities to the sea
HARPER
