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Post by HARPER THORNE on Jan 10, 2017 10:15:22 GMT -6
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James quirks an eyebrow but doesn't respond, and Harper shifts uncomfortably, wondering how long she'll be here for. She casts a quick glance towards the kitchen. She hasn't ordered anything at all, but at the very least she has to wait until the food arrives. It would be rude not to after they've already ordered.
Time stretches on as James speaks of Irisia. He's always been happy to be a part of that city-- unique, distinguished, dignified. Everything he had always tried to be, even as a kid. And there he goes again. Harper picks up on the detail immediately. She asks the same from others so it'd be rude not to read between the lines as often as she does. Sorrow drenches her mind, mixed with a sudden nostalgia for home.
His question catches her off guard. She thought he'd ask about her job, or why she left home. Yet James was playing her game now, taking his time with the conversation. In fact.. she stole a quick glance to the kitchen again, and to the rest of the restaurant...it was like time had been frozen in place. But even if she'd been given all the time in the world, she wouldn't come up with an answer good enough for this one. "It's wonderful, really. Everytime you think you've seen all of it, you find another turn, another field, another street. It's as endless as the sea."And it's home, present tense. She makes no note of it being incomplete. Because it isn't, at all. And she won't let herself admit that every time she looks at James she starts to feel homesick. "Did you ever cut down on the junk food?" she asks, attempting once again to lighten the mood. It's impossible, but she's always been a sucker for the impossible.
Post by james silph on Jan 11, 2017 4:50:12 GMT -6
He links his hands together, James doesn't miss Harper's subtle movements; the quick glance in the direction of the kitchen beside them, her fidgeting in the chair's wooden surface. Harper hasn't ordered any food, unfortunately, and he's certain that she hasn't eaten lunch yet. Perhaps she'll order something later; he wouldn't mind sharing some of his food, either. It's something remiscent of the past too, but he can't help but hope.
James is someone who hates to idle around; he can't stand small talk, but here, he doesn't mind taking his time. Harper seems enthusiastic about this question, and answers it in eloquence and excitement rarely seen. At this, he nods, not angry, but not particularly happy either.
"I see." He repeats, drumming his tables along the time. He knows full well what kind of environment this is. Unlike Irisia's opulent, high tech city, New Verherna lacks any technology to make it truly efficient. Not to mention that their streets are entirely above ground, making it crowded and suffocating for someone like him.
"...No. I don't think I can." James says, lips quirking slightly. She's always known that he has a penchance for burgers and fries, and that craving has never stopped; not even in the most expenve of restuarants.
Post by HARPER THORNE on Jan 15, 2017 21:33:35 GMT -6
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The way his fingers drum against the table b=make her uneasy. No. The more she thinks about it, the truer it becomes that everything about him makes her feel uneasy, ever since that day. She could pretend and smile and say soft things all she liked, but wishful words and idyllic thoughts could not persuade time to turn back. They couldn't spend another eternity trying to piece back a trust that had been broken, a love that had never been whole to begin with.
Nevertheless, Harper mirrors James' reaction, a tiny bit of her lips quirking up in a coy smile.
God, sometimes, she sickens herself. The thought has only just entered when James says something that makes her stomach feel truly queasy. But she's already braced herself to the truth. And it's time she told him the truth as well. "Well, it wasn't easy," she admitted. "I spent a night in Eirenhyre before I actually even got here. But it was just my luck that I ran into a kind old man that let me stay a night in this coffee shop..." An out of the world smile falls on her face as she remembers the day-- vividly, like it's a movie happening right before her eyes.
"It wasn't easy at all," she mumbles.
And then she heard the noise of footsteps walking towards their table, and she was overcome with dread. She couldn't say it. Not now. Could she? Was she brave enough?
"But I guess...I guess that's what happens when a parallax heiress tries to convince people she's on their side." And it's hard to tell lies, especially to James. So she says only the truth. "And you know there were some days I wish I was back home. The coral reefs and endless blue of Irisia never left my dreams for so long. But James---"
the footsteps are getting louder. Harper's heart is hammering for some reason. His order is about to come to their table. All the noise sounds like it's getting amplified, and she's always fighting to be heard. Especially when it comes to talking with James. She stands up suddenly, breathless-- with stars in her eyes. On some level, she supposes, she's always wanted him to understand. The boy she had spent her whole childhood trying to figure out. It would have been so much nicer, so much better if she could have told him exactly why she'd left.
"I'm happy now, where I am!"
The waitress isn't the same one they ordered from, and she passes their table by. It seems as though, once again, Harper's gotten riled up at something so seemingly insignificant. Harper blushed toe-to-forehead when she realized what had happened, and quietly settled herself down. However, the napkin she had placed on her lap had fallen down, and she hadn't noticed at all.
Post by james silph on Jan 17, 2017 22:07:32 GMT -6
The slight quick of his smile disappears when she tells him what'd happened after she left--and his frown deepens when he sees the wistful smile form on her face. Like a book, Harper is easy to read, and he finds himself getting increasingly frustrated at such expressions. She doesn't regret leaving him, or her family that'd worried so much.
No matter how hard it may have been, Harper could've gotten everything back with a phone call.
Footsteps approach, and Harper's voice isn't getting any lower. She speaks louder, and he takes a cautious glance around to see that people are starting to stare. "Harper--" He starts, but she doesn't stop. She stands, demanding the attention of the people around them.
The awkwardness spreads the room, and James feels the heat on his face from second-hand embarrassment. James sighs, watching as she settles herself down again. There's a few beats of staring, what feels like forever before people finally turn back and murmur among themselves.
"Harper. Look...you may be happy, but what about me? Your family?" He says, trying to reason with thinly veiled anger. James has to be realistic. Harper is unlikely to come back now. She just needs time to think about the consequences of her actions.
"Two years. For all we know, you could've been dead."
