[ And let someone in her father did. Harper knows she can't exactly hole up forever. It's been nearly a month now, a month of stubbornly spending all her time at home, just remembering, when her brother couldn't. It was a severe reminder of how fragile the whole situation really was — that the person she'd known the longest, her best friend, was suddenly separated from her in a way she couldn't rightly explain to anyone. Her parents seemed happy enough, that at least one of their children returned to "normal". It stung, but she couldn't begrudge them that. With Locke being rebuilt, and things coming to a workable flatline, Harper felt disconnected. Exposed, with the absence of her teammates while they were halfway across the country.
At night, she wonders when she ever got around to feeling that way about anyone. Her independence was succumbing to the need to have the people who made her feel strong close. There's one she still hasn't found, the voice echoing in every uncomfortable, vulnerable spot she had. Left alone, she's reminded that her power, Rhythm's power, isn't even entirely her own.
Sometimes she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, her Cure Module clutched to her chest right over her heart. She holds onto it, and simultaneously wishes she could shove it right back in where it came from.
But she can't, so she puts on her brave face. The same face she's wearing when she comes to call on Lily. Her network usage was spotty, and texting a friend wasn't really the same as visiting them, anyway. Especially not when she's come with a peace offering in hand for not checking on her sooner. (It is not cupcakes, for the record. It is a very healthy and nutritious blueberry crumble!) Said peace offering is the first thing to appear in the doorway, dangled by its cute little bundled-up knot. ]
[ Lily is zoned out enough that Harper's sudden appearance has her react with a bit of a start. Enough that she jerks just a little bit and that bit is enough for her to quickly cringe in pain. She tugs a blanket she had draped over her shoulders to cover more of her bandaged right arm.
Her eyes immediately start to bore holes in the floor, not raising her chin back to look at the other Cure. ]
H- hi, Harper...
[ If the shame weighing down her wasn't evident in her actions, it sure as hell was there in her voice. ]
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At night, she wonders when she ever got around to feeling that way about anyone. Her independence was succumbing to the need to have the people who made her feel strong close. There's one she still hasn't found, the voice echoing in every uncomfortable, vulnerable spot she had. Left alone, she's reminded that her power, Rhythm's power, isn't even entirely her own.
Sometimes she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, her Cure Module clutched to her chest right over her heart. She holds onto it, and simultaneously wishes she could shove it right back in where it came from.
But she can't, so she puts on her brave face. The same face she's wearing when she comes to call on Lily. Her network usage was spotty, and texting a friend wasn't really the same as visiting them, anyway. Especially not when she's come with a peace offering in hand for not checking on her sooner. (It is not cupcakes, for the record. It is a very healthy and nutritious blueberry crumble!) Said peace offering is the first thing to appear in the doorway, dangled by its cute little bundled-up knot. ]
Delivery! Lily?
[ Harper pokes her head around the corner. ]
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Her eyes immediately start to bore holes in the floor, not raising her chin back to look at the other Cure. ]
H- hi, Harper...
[ If the shame weighing down her wasn't evident in her actions, it sure as hell was there in her voice. ]