#leighpara

Slouching a little he leaned onto the door as Leigh asks him what happened to him "Aaaahh...Well-" Sucking on his teeth a bit, he was covered in marking, clearly showing he had been in a fight "I was attacked-" Harper tells her, turning and closing the door then "I was kind of, a little out of it. I guess." He tells her as he moved back over toward the couch, holding his stomach, clearly already exhausted and in pain from walking around.

"Then it just got, well, a little too late to say anything. I didn't want to bother you." He was used to handing things by himself, and not being a burden for others. Leaning back, he exhaled harshly, wincing a little bit "I appreciate you coming by, though."

Feeling faintly, the shudder that came over Leigh, Harper pauses for a moment, his tongue lingering against her clit briefly. Lifting his head up slightly, he looked toward the woman's face. His grip tightening on her thighs as he pulled her in closer to him. Dropping his head back down, he goes back to working his tongue over the skin of her pussy folds. Getting her nice and wet, along with her natural wetness. Hearing her call to him, he hummed against her, sitting up again. With her confession to him, he smiles "I love you, too." There wasn't really much more he could add to that. So he went back to what he was doing. He wasn't the best with this sort of talk, clearly.

Glancing over his shoulder, he was keeping an eye out for the chance his attacker might have found him again. Thankfully finding no one when he did. His blood stained hand slipped from the doorbell, leaving a smear of red in it's place. Panting, Harper looked up toward Leigh, wondering if maybe she was tired of catching him like this again, so soon. Shivering, he glances down lifting his right hand up a bit as she started questioning him, tilting it "I-i-i do-d-don't know…it was…fa-fast…" Dropping his head down, he was trying to catch his breath "Th-th-they to-t-took-ook m-my…phone…" He couldn't have agreed more about getting to the hospital, of course, managing to weakly nod his head.

As the young woman replied with a Hello of her own, he squint, almost as if disbelieving this reaction. Most humans would have turn and run by this point, running into a complete stranger in the middle of a cemetery, at night. But who was he to start going around pointing judgments at people acting oddly, when he was perhaps acting far odder than her, to begin with. Dropping his head down a little bit, he tilt it slightly, his eyes flashing green for a moment as he listens to her.

"Interesting that you would think that a fucking cemetery is really the safer option here." Well, it was, actually. She wasn't wrong, but people had been murdered cemeteries, too. Even if it were minutely safer than out on the normal routes. Za smirked a bit, adjusting his body awkwardly. Then he stood straight "I'm certainly not. Disturbed, I mean." He knew what he was doing was to help his own master return to his rightful place, reclaim his own history. King Arawn, that was, the ruler of Annwn. One he was trying to revive.