>>41064401 *badly done finger guns* >>41064381 >Harper pulls me off of them and keeps me from beating the Illusion Fags too badly >only manage to bruise them badly and maybe fracture a bone or two >Apparently she didn’t want me beating them to death in front of Natalie >”we can’t just fucking murder a bunch of faggots because they tricked us with illusions, even if those assholes deserve it.” >she casts a murderous glare at them, accenting her point >they scramble off scared, knowing that if Harper lets me out of her wings for a second I will go back and finish the job >I struggle to go after them for a second but the harpys wings hug me tight and keep me back >my fury at them slowly subsides as the warmth of harpers blanket like wings gently embrace me >”dont fucking worry about those faggots, I’m fine.” >she whispers this gently to me, nuzzling my head and stroking me with her wings >my anger slowly fades and leaves something else >it’s a strange mix of sadness and melancholy >I feel as if I actually lost her >I think I’m sweating a lot from this >some of it got into my eyes, because I think they are watering now >... >fuck you, I’m not crying >I hear Harper cooing to me >”don’t worry fucker, it’s alright. Don’t worry, I’m fucking fine.” >I’m glad she’s here with me >I hear footsteps wal up to us >”excuse me, but is everything alright?” >”fuck off bitch, can’t you see we're having a fucking moment here?” >who I think is a sales lady quickly backs off >”don’t you fucking worry anon, I’m here. I’m not going to fucking let you go” >those words are very reassuring >/k/ube bless this harpy
