Wes.

She rolled her eyes in the midst of her sentence, unphased by the other, unoriginal nickname tossed in her direction. a distinct lack of names made the inevitable change over all the easier. harper never really sat in one place for too long, no one cell kept people’s curiosities about her at a distance what they found out what she was. the redhead snorted out a little laugh. “i mean, to be fair, velociraptors in any form would be terrifying, but what dude? the fat guy? cause he definitely deserved it.” she shifted, adjusted where she sat before looking up at him, the hint of a smirk on her face. “I think Freddy got the short end of the stick, and then ended up acting like a complete fool about it. but yeah, in regards to him again jason - he’s a bitch.”

“Listen, I could kiss you right now for being the only person who can actually follow for this long.” It was as close to a compliment as she was going to currently get - but a compliment nonetheless. The thought clearly rousing a beaming grin on his part, more than tickled by something so simple as understanding. A laugh followed, the mention of the fat man coming back to the forefront of his attention. “Oh yeah, that guy was a giant bag of douche. That’s a movie I would watch, honestly. Gaggle of assholes attacked by dinosaur tornadoes. I’ll spilt the copy right with you.” He was shaking head, tossing Hair into face where it normally stayed because of his lack of motivation to move it. Heading closer to her side of the bars, he peers through while tapping an idle rhythm on them, needing to keep hands busy even if temporarily. “Unfair advantage or not, dude looks like an old ball sack instead of an actual villain and I can’t support that level of bullshit.”

her chin lifted as he spoke, the pull against the corner of her mouth tugging just a notch higher. but her attention came down to the piece of cardboard in her hand. dehydrated dryad. she hadn’t thought of it as such, but now it was all she saw. and that alone had her barking out a laugh. something far more genuine than any other sound she had let out recently. anything he said after that wasn’t heard, nor was it important. the air freshener was tucked away into her pocket before she gave the notion toward the guard, the silent command for the cell door to be opened. she still wore the smile, the unusual expression that was a rarity upon her own face before she started moving. “come on, then, shakespeare.”

The laugh worked in tandem with the smile in terms of praise. There were small things, little silver linings only he cared to see and those, they were part of them. The rare moment may have been fleeting, but he’d certainly already committed it to memory despite himself. Laughter echoed behind her as he’d finally stepped from the cage. Pace was set to stay there, as he should - letting her lead, the tone that had been set ages ago for him. It was second nature at this point. “If that’s your way of saying I have a way with words, don’t think I’m too proud to take it as a compliment.” He absolutely wasn’t, after all. Shame had died a long time ago, considering most of his life he’d been contained to this particular role.

“If you can’t talk about dick sucking with your friends, then what’s the point?” Not that that had been the sort of conversation he had held with his friends, but he guessed this was how things rolled around here, and Percy was nothing if not adaptable. “I do, man. I wholeheartedly appreciate you.” He shouldn’t be joking about this, but keeping things like this made it all seem a little less real, and that was what he wanted. “You’d think they’d give us something more appealing if we’re to be desirable, right?” 

“Please stop saying dick sucking.” He was laughing as a single hand held up to try and signal the words. Wes wasn’t anywhere near shy nor prude about pretty much anything, but apparently he’d had enough of the visual for one day. “Listen, I’m just happy to be here you know, with my fans, my true fans.” Dramatic sigh following, grin easy on the eyes as he’d lifted from his leaned perch to look at the other. “You mean to tell me sweatpants don’t get you all hot and bothered? Don’t kinkshame..” And it was only then he’d realized he hadn’t known his name. Pause, hand held out. “What’s your name, or am I going to keep calling you five guys?”

She watches his expression carefully, all too aware of her own blindness now. Never before did she truly question people’s authenticity - in the words they used, the expressions they adopted. Not when she had other, better ways of seeing the truth. But she hopes he’s being honest. She doesn’t think she’s particularly interested in holding onto this feeling, not fond of the way the words sounded, felt, when they left her mouth, but she’s sure that she could cling to it if she needed to. “I don’t know for sure, but I think I’ll accept it. I hope I do. I’ve never had a crown before.” She hesitates, though, as she trails behind him, unaware of the guards and their impatience when she pauses to study his retreating form. “I hope the rest of your day is very nice. The Cavae is such a boring place, I think, but I know that people like it sometimes. Being on their own. We should be friends, though, sometimes. I’ll ask for your name next time, don’t let me forget that.”

“I’m gonna need a few thousand bucks, a clean bill of health, background check and a face to face interview before I can think about that. Come on, man, I have some standards.” How far those would get him in the island he wasn’t sure, but he would hold to them for as long as he could. The nephilim chuckled, he liked this guy, at least he had the right kind of sense of humor. At least for him. “Really? I’m in the presence of a local celebrity then? I wish I had a phone to get a selfie. I don’t think this getup is doing me any favors, it’s is not really my color.”  

“Listen, I respect your standards entirely and I’m thoroughly impressed we’ve carried on a dick sucking standards conversation this long. Apparently, this is just how I make friends now. Who would have known?” Shrugged his shoulders like Wes was entirely impressed with his own new found ability before grin cracked features and ruined the entire thing. Laughter was easy, company seemed to provide that - and he’d appreciate it. “Ah yes, I’m the poster boy for new age slavery and I’m glad someone, anyone finally recognizes my skill set. Never been so validated in my life, there will be time for selfies later, when we’re both not dressed like we’re going to gym, tan, laundry.”

She hums in thought, tilting her head back to briefly study the endless sky. “My family was large, but very isolated. It was safer that way, I think. For us. For me. I would see guests sometimes to answer their questions, but only ones Father allowed.” The ones who could offer payment, at least. The right kind of payment. “I saw the world sometimes, I saw other people, but only in my mind.” She’s not sure if that means she was sheltered, but she does love those words. How easily she could be defined. But that flicker of excitement fades with his next words, and she steps away from him. “Don’t say that.” The words are sharp, suddenly, devoid of that bright, distracted sort of wonder that usually colors her tone. The missing pieces of her mind are rather like a raw wound most days, a bruise that’s constantly being poked. “You’re very lucky to know the things that have happened to you. The things you’ve done. You get to know who you are, that’s a very special thing.”

The change in her tone, in the way she was carrying herself was evident almost immediately. He wasn’t quite sure why his own misstep had landed him in enemy territory but judging on assumption alone, the man was piece something together. Allowing her the space, all he’d offer was a nod. He wasn’t about to argue with her, to explain the complex war wounds that he was certain her could live with out. There was the fleeting memory of Asa’s smile, one that he was always worried he might forget any day now. The way that Eve had said his name in the only way that had ever made him feel like someone instead of some thing. Those, those memories he would be best without, because if they never happened - then he’d never hurt. It was simple, almost. Uncharacteristic look of true apology offered. “My bad, peach. That killer crown will make up for it, should you choose to accept.” Offering a half hearted salute, before giving into the death stares of the guards, sure he’d be hearing about his tardiness even as he stepped back into the Cavae.