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max "FUK U I'M A DRAGON" kiesler ([personal profile] burnination) wrote2015-11-21 08:01 pm

fuck captcha

or idk anything else that needs a new place can go here
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[personal profile] aspects 2015-11-22 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
what did the poor green fairy ever did to you?

beer it is

be there in 5
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attack of the tldr

[personal profile] aspects 2015-11-22 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Harper scoffs at the message, but doesn't respond. Let him shower if he wants.

The streets are mostly empty, the damp of rain that came and went too quick making everything smell a bit more. The pavement, the grass, the bushes. The noise of the parties going on around her are somewhat faint; Max has picked well his hotel. Twelve pack hanging from a hand, she walks her way towards it.

The walk gives her some time to go over things, as Harper does whenever she finds the time. And just like every other time where she had inspected her life for these past months Harper realizes she's happy. Truly happy. She knows this because she has never felt anything like it, not even back when her life was his life. Not even with her family, much as she can call them that these days. It's like being grabbed by the guts, unexpected, a bit unsettling, but intense nonetheless. More recently Harper has caught her reflection smiling as she goes along the most banal tasks, finding enjoyment in the simple things. She knows she owes this feeling to Max, first, and then the others that simply took her in as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sometimes still, Harper thinks it's all undeserved, or a lie, or an illusion, but the fits of panic have become more sparse in time. Going regularly in life-threatening tasks for the sake of strangers have also managed to keep her distracted, of course. It's not the perfect life she had imagined, but is the one she so desperately needed.

Her feet lead her into the hotel without realizing. The man at reception already knows where she's going. Usually it's the entire gang going up, sometimes it's just others, sometimes just Harper. Actually, Harper tends to visit a little more often, but she consciously and unconsciously dismisses this fact, or the fact she usually ends up curled like a cat on a sofa (if not in his bed, of course). He smiles as the elevator door opens. The gesture alone would've angered her in the past, but now it prompts a smile in return. Harper likes being nice. Decent. It's so different from what she was raised to be.

The walk to Max's door is brief, and just as he mentioned, it's not locked. Helping herself in, Harper closes behind, making sure it is locked now. The sound of the shower reaches her. Huh. Harper sets the beers, ice cold, on the kitchen table.
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I'm here! How long you're gonna take?
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[personal profile] aspects 2016-01-20 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just when he wasn't rolling the woods, that's what Harper would like know.

Harper shuffles her feet, eyes wandering as she looks for something to pass the time, so by the time he's out she's standing by a window, thumbs stuck into the back pockets of her jeans as she stares at the semi-darkness of the streets. It calls to her, as it has ever since she changed, in more ways than one, but it's not so bad she has to jump from the window and run into the closest woods around (it has been that bad a few times, and the morning phone calls to Max so he could bring her clean clothes that weren't torn everywhere weren't funny to her. To Max though...

She senses him before he speaks. Her sense of smell has grown, expanded; Max's usual tinge of forest and fire has been lessened by the shower, but it remains there. She doesn't even need to check his reflection on the window to know the man is wearing only a towel. Classic Max.

Lifting the beer that was resting on the windowsill, Harper turns around.
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Much as I want to peg it to my natural talents... I hated beer until you showed me the way.

[ She extends her arm to clink the beer together before taking another sip, but stops herself midway. ]

What should we toast to? And don't say ritual sacrifice; there's still roasted goat in the fridge.