HARPER
Harper takes the man's hand and shakes firmly, though it has nothing on the warmth that exudes from his smile. He enjoys the Sanctuary, though he has never considered art to be a hobby of his in the past. It's soothing, and though the tension seems intent on staying relatively steady, he intends to unwind a little with some paint and a big ass wall. Normally he'd take the spaces between out of an inborn hesitancy to paint something so grand with such minimal training or skill, but one of the others has already claimed that particular task.
It could be worse, he tells himself. It could have been Frey he was left with, and he has never met them at all. Instead he gathers some whites, blacks, browns, and golds and hustles over to the spot where Ludo is depicted in arching lines to be covered by the paint. Setting to work with his tongue peeking out between his teeth, hoping he doesn't ruin this beautiful work with his unnaturally fumbling hands. Blades were so much easier than brushes.
Harper takes Ludo!
It could be worse, he tells himself. It could have been Frey he was left with, and he has never met them at all. Instead he gathers some whites, blacks, browns, and golds and hustles over to the spot where Ludo is depicted in arching lines to be covered by the paint. Setting to work with his tongue peeking out between his teeth, hoping he doesn't ruin this beautiful work with his unnaturally fumbling hands. Blades were so much easier than brushes.
Harper takes Ludo!
I'll be with you each and every night
Chasing that horizon in your eyes
Chasing that horizon in your eyes
