Post by Harper Benedict on Jul 9, 2009 5:02:49 GMT -4
"Just... don't worry about it, it's sorted."
The answer didn't really give him much details but a part of Harper was rather certain he didn't want them.
"I'm not going to be a zombie right?" Harper asked only half kidding...he really didn't want to eat people's brains.
Harper lsiteend with a wide eyed expression as Liana explained to him that he was going to need to crawl out of a grave...his grave and with every passing moment he was pretty sure his panic was rising.
"You got that?"
"Not really," Harper explaiend as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was pretty sure he felt as if the weight of the world or well hell was pressing down on him and he really just wanted to be away from here.
Harper tore his eyes away from the ground and looked at Liana; truley looked at her in her natural demon form and even then he saw her for who she truley was. A woman, a person who was so very special to him; a woman who had literally braved hell for him.
"You know...for the last 5 years I kept hoping and praying that I was going to wake up and that this...all of this was just some really fucked up...screwed up...," Harper corrected himself language wise.
"...dream...and that I would find myself back in the hospital dopped up to high heaven and that would be that. But as easy as that would have been...I didn't want it to be true because then...then I wouldn't have ever known you...and then nothing would matter" Harper explained wanting to make it clear to Liana that she was special to him. He knew that hell wasn't the most ideal place to get sentimental but he needed her to know incase for whatever reason he did wake up somewhere else or back on the rack. He needed the piece of mind in knowing that he had told her.
The answer didn't really give him much details but a part of Harper was rather certain he didn't want them.
"I'm not going to be a zombie right?" Harper asked only half kidding...he really didn't want to eat people's brains.
Harper lsiteend with a wide eyed expression as Liana explained to him that he was going to need to crawl out of a grave...his grave and with every passing moment he was pretty sure his panic was rising.
"You got that?"
"Not really," Harper explaiend as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was pretty sure he felt as if the weight of the world or well hell was pressing down on him and he really just wanted to be away from here.
Harper tore his eyes away from the ground and looked at Liana; truley looked at her in her natural demon form and even then he saw her for who she truley was. A woman, a person who was so very special to him; a woman who had literally braved hell for him.
"You know...for the last 5 years I kept hoping and praying that I was going to wake up and that this...all of this was just some really fucked up...screwed up...," Harper corrected himself language wise.
"...dream...and that I would find myself back in the hospital dopped up to high heaven and that would be that. But as easy as that would have been...I didn't want it to be true because then...then I wouldn't have ever known you...and then nothing would matter" Harper explained wanting to make it clear to Liana that she was special to him. He knew that hell wasn't the most ideal place to get sentimental but he needed her to know incase for whatever reason he did wake up somewhere else or back on the rack. He needed the piece of mind in knowing that he had told her.