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He keeps his distance from the manor house, enough to still see the flickering lights in the windows, dancing shadows and people going in and out. Their faces a blur, but Harper can make out a significant feature or two.
Harper abides by common sense, especially now, on the run. He realizes his presence is well known as soon as he sees Minwoo entering the house earlier. In no universe exists the possibility of the Golden Boy missing out on such an easy target.
Still he sits at the edge of the forest, reminiscing and waiting for Ker. They've seen each other briefly, before the Ball began, and she told him to wait, with a soft smile, for the present she'll bring him after midnight.
The deserter cares little for presents. Just wants to see her.
His gaze inspect the outline of nearby shadows, his guard reserved but never down. Can't afford the luxury of clear mind so close to the Délivrance. Yet from the corner of his inky black eyes movement falters in its steps.
Harper raises his palm up. A greeting. Openness he offers. Vulnerability.