#harper bor x harper geraldus

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus) having a mermaid moment.

Snippet below (carries on under the cut)

Bor can hear Arthus shouting behind him, almost drowned out by the sound of his own thumping footsteps. The deck lurches as Bor runs - and for a moment he’s not stepping but flying - as the ship beneath them rocks.

The storm is getting worse. The sudden swirl of dark clouds above robbing the light. 

His boots reconnect with the deck a moment later, and he keeps running. 

“Bor don’t be a reckless fool - Bor -”

But his brother’s voice doesn’t stop him; and he sees Arthus’ face for only a moment, his look of anger and horror as Bor grins at him and throws himself over the gunwale into the roiling sea.

He battles the waves to swim to them, the stranded figure struggling in the currents, keeping his grip on the axe in his hand no matter how much harder it makes every stroke. The shadowy form is circling in the water, drawing closer - the threat of the storm no match for their hunger with prey in sight.

“Just hold on,” he calls, swimming past the figure - focused on driving away the threat. 

He strikes at them, swinging the blade in the maw of a hissing, slithering thing half made of teeth. They keep coming, and he keeps striking; jaws clamp down upon the blade of his axe, and between the creature and the choppy waves the axe is pulled from his grip.

A poor weapon for a battle in turbulent water - as the creature snaps and jolts forward - Bor draws on his other, pulling on the fire in his blood, the frustration and fever of it - he won’t fail in this rescue.

He roars in its face, and clocks it right in the jaw with a sharp fist.

As it retreats, he tries to speak - turning in the water as best he can.

“Come on,” he manages, the words a struggle with heaving lungs and waves battering his sides, “we’ll get you back to the sh-”

Bor sees dark hair, big eyes - wide with alarm - and as his eyes catch their bare arms - their exposed collar - something brushing against his legs as he paddles in place - he realises this was no castaway thrown starboard.

No - this is a -

He barely has time to register the shimmering tail and the realisation of who - or what - he has saved when an errant wave overtakes him, and he’s pulled under the surface.

Like the hand of a colossus reaching up from the ocean floor to snatch him; the grip of the current around his body drags him down into the darkness. 

The light of the surface is pulling away in his stinging sight, and in his mind is a distant thought; if I survive this, Arthus is going to kill me.

Not the most momentous final thought, but it is what he thinks as his lungs start to burst, the air choked out of them. The darkness swirls as he sinks.

Suddenly, air. Pushed with force into his starved lungs. Lips on his own, breathing into him with a kiss.

Bor feels hands on his shoulders; for a moment the air rushing out of his nose in a flurry of bubbles until he realises what is happening - the blurring visage of dark hair around him as lips linger on his own a moment longer.

Those hands grip him, his saviour moving around him effortlessly, gliding through the currents and locking around his waist, and Bor knows he needs to hold this breath as long as he can as he feels himself pulled through the depths.

–

He chokes out the water in his lungs, taking in heaving, painful breaths as his mind catches up; he’s on dry land - sort of - he blinks away the burning salt water and realises he is in a pocket of air, the stony surface below him a cavern, not sand.

Looking down at him, a pair of big eyes, a mop of sodden dark hair that is dripping on his face; and as he sits up he feels fingers retract from his chest.

Bor takes him in at last. 

Snatched from death into the arms of one as beautiful as this; Bor thinks, and recognises the delirium in the words, but he is beautiful. Sweet, soft features - parted lips like a bow - and trailing back into the water - a tail of silver blue scales, tinged with gold.

He is tense, arms wired, eyes darting across Bor’s face with trepidation. 

“Don’t be scared,” Bor says, and the words come out roughly - his throat is still raw, “I won’t hurt you.”

But he looks confused.

No - he’s not afraid - he’s wary - prepared to be attacked.

“Y-you’re not…” he mumbles, his voice small and soft, unsure, “you’re not afraid of me?”

The stuff of Harper superstitions and hushed warnings, and not a bit the vicious creatures we were warned about, Arthus will never believe this. 

Bor smiles. How could he possibly fear him, with lungs still filled with the air from his own? 

“Well,” he says, “I hadn’t expected to find out merfolk exist today, but I hadn’t expected a lot of things today. Why would I be afraid of you?” 

“You saved my life,” he says, and holds out a hand.

The man looks at it, perplexed expression growing - brows drawn into a knotted frown.

Perhaps they don’t shake hands, Bor considers.

“I’m Bor,” he says, instead, resting his hand over his chest - feeling how his heartbeat is hammering under his fingertips.

His saviour understands, placing his fingers over his own chest in turn.

“Geraldus,” he says.

He gestures to him, repeating with a small, growing smile; a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “Bor.”

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor = a summary

(let us scoop up that Harper and carry him to safety, Larian.)

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Last six lines (pt 2)

The lovely @coreene tagged me so hey, have another 6 lines from 'For Want of An Axe' ft a smidge of Tears of Selune (Geraldus x Bor)

“Each tear that fell another star;” he said, eyes briefly flicking to Bor’s, anxious, “each sorrow felt - the night sky’s bright scar.”  “Each sorrow felt - the night's bright scar,” Bor repeated, memorising, “each sorrow felt - the night's bright scar.” “Night sky's bright scar,” Geraldus corrected gently. “Night sky's bright scar, got it,” Bor echoed, then flashed Geraldus a big smile, “and … if I don't got it, stick an arrow through me and yell for help - alright?” Geraldus gave him a small, awkward smile in response. “I won't be long. Lock up behind me.”

no pressure tags foooooooooor @forget-me-maybe @my-favourite-zhent @kimberbohwrites and @viennacherries

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Festive Boraldus (Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor)

A pair of lovely Harpers doing what Harpers do and helping out shovelling snow around the neighborhood.

🌨️

... I assume just offscreen Mattis and Mirkon are charging people for this entirely voluntary service.

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus) hanging in the glow

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus), lil bit of ear nibbling.

Geraldus likes to fluster his barbarian every now and then, too.

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Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus (Boraldus)

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"Trust me, recruit?"

Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus)

(reuploaded because Tumbles objected to the spice so hit me up if you're interested in seeing more of these two.)

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Geraldus x Bor (Boraldus).

It's important to look after your barbarian as much as he looks after you. <3

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Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus (Boraldus!) for the wonderful @benicemurphy

<3 I love these boys and how in love they are T_T

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus)

A shield of a blanket against the biting cold wind, a moment of calm in waning light beside a quiet lake.

Geraldus admires his loyal knight, filled with warmth, looking up at him with tender eyes and intimacy offered as it always is. Without expectation or compromise.

A bonfire all his own. His hearth; his firelight.

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"I got you, recruit."

Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor because this problem sure is continuing

(Boraldus? Harpermance? Cinnabuns?)

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Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus (Boraldus)

"Your dreams are incredibly loud tonight, you're creating forest fires,

I can't change your thoughts, my dear, I can't change your fears.

But if you want, I'll travel near, to make them disappear."

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Harper Geraldus, Harper Bor and Bor's lil bro Mirkon

Maybe they're off to go treasure hunting, find something really cool to show Mol and the others.

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Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus (Boraldus)

Have you ever seen someone have a 'oh - it's you' moment in real time?

Some words under the cut.

Was he imagining it, the unspoken question there behind them? Was he thinking about clearing that space? Of finishing an unfinished kiss? Geraldus leant forward; seized by something like bravery, to brush his lips against Bor's own, parted and soft. The thrill of it as sudden as it was consuming, rippling through. Bor. He pulled back, unsure, as he felt the tingling sparks linger on his lips. You. He could see it; the glimmer of relief in Bor's eyes as they parted, and in the wake of his kiss a tiny, shaking exhale. 

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus)

<3

keep ruining my liiiiiiiiiiiiives help