#harperiings

[torturxdforhxr]

harperiings wants to talk

Costia fed more wood into the fire of their camp as she sat on watch, desperate to keep the makeshift camp lit. She could hear Harper gently waking up behind her, and she thought back to the kisses between the two. She couldn’t deny they were nice, a change from the past few years of only being touched when a knife would follow. But she couldn’t help her hesitation.

She had to get to Polis before she did anything else. She had to know if the Ice Queen was lying or not when she told her she killed Lexa. She didn’t want to believe her, but 3 years alone made her doubt a lot of things. So Polis was the highest thing on her list, the most important thing. Before she could recorpirate, she had to know if Lexa was alive.

[choseright]

                      harperiings&& || liked this thing here

         ‘ -- i don’t really think that was supposed to happen              or that -- that it’s supposed to look like that.              WHAT is it supposed to look like? ‘

[littlefcx-blog]

{ harperiings } | starter

      She was still in the infirmary.  

      Lately, Dr. Griffin had been allowing her to leave during the day to take walks around camp with the aid of crutches.  Though she still had to be in the infirmary for most of the day, it was nice to be able to have just a little of her freedom back.

      Of course, right now, she was in the infirmary; propped up in one of the beds.  It was pouring rain outside, the drops creating a cacophony of sound on the metal casing of the Ark; because of the weather, the good doctor had refused to allow Fox her usual time outdoors, citing that the wet and chill wouldn’t be good for her healing.  

      So, she was bored, horribly bored.

      Slouching in the bed, she groaned, pulling the threadbare blanket up to her chin.  She squirmed, flopping around under the blanket until she hit her limit and pain flared up in her injuries and she stopped, burying her face in the pillows.

      “ Ouch... ”

[littlefcx-blog]

[text] So anyway, the moral of that story is that they actually have a tiny jail in malls.

                        //Text To: Harper! ♬                             So to bail you  out,  will                              I  need  real  money?   or                              monopoly money?

[mechanicc-blog]

harperiings replied to your post: aw, I would definitely miss you if you were gone, yeah? but if that’s better for you then you should do it. in the end, you gotta do what’s best, okay? *smothers you in hugs*

You’re literally a mega freaking sweetheart, ok? ok. Thank you, It means a lot to know that people would actually miss me??? idk I just guess I haven’t really been feeling that lately. I’m not 100% sure what to do even, but when I decided it’ll probably be for the best tbh. *Gets smothered in hugs*

[thornedsovereign-blog]

♞

“There is a long league’s worth of difference between willful and stupid.”

[torturxdforhxr]

harperiings replied to your post:"I just want to try something..."

am i allowed to ship this? whoops.

Well if you did at least there’d be two of us.

[torturxdforhxr]

"I just want to try something..."

18. kissing them with tongue

Costia would have to say she didn’t really expect the kiss. She didn’t know if she’d missed something over the past days spent with Harper, if her mid was too clouded with thoughts of Lexa that made her blind to what was going on, but one thing she was sure of. The younger girl was still scarred from her experiences, looking for a way to forget just for a minute.

So Costia didn’t pull back when Harper’s hand came up behind her neck and she pulled herself closer, or when her mouth was pressed up against Costia’s. Not even when her mouth eased open to let Harper deepen the kiss. If she was being truthful, she needed the distraction as much as Harper did. They both knew that was all it was, an escape. A welcome escape.