𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ?

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[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 ! 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ;

where percy crossed a line
with anubis and was cursed
to live as a human temporarily.

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl — slightly again, pulling vincent closer ; onto his lap.

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl it does work.

the feeling is overwhelming — all of these feelings are, but vincent just makes 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. to be with him, to be near him, it’s the only things percy doesn’t have to think about.

“ — nothing, ” a soft whisper, followed by another noise ; moving —

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl “ i don’t — 𝘰𝘩, ”

there’s a soft, content sound at the nuzzle ; as overwhelming as it is, he tries to ignore it. so he closes his eyes, a shaking breath passing through his lips while a hand reaches out for vince - seeming to try to pull him closer.

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl he can’t even be quiet anymore.
and he has to walk, everywhere.

the only thing that didn’t change are his
wings, which he doesn’t even have the
strength to cut off.

percy remains silent, slowly moving to sit down next to vince with a little sniffle.

“ — sorry. ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl — doorway and just . . looking at vince.

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl percy nods - he goes upstairs, puts oliver down and tries to wash his face a bit to calm down.

he’s not sure how to deal with
this. so he takes a few deep
breaths and then walks back down.

he enters the living room, sheepishly standing in the —

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl — sniffling a bit before getting up ; still holding oliver.

“ i’ll, uh, put him down in his crib.
so he can nap. ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl every touch feels like electricity is zapping through him ; through that freakishly warm skin. he never realizes that this is what touch feels like for humans, and suddenly he understands why vincent would . . react certain ways sometimes.

“ i’m sorry, ” he whispers, —

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl — at oliver again. he’s so small, so helpless, it’s enough to make tears roll down percy’s cheeks.

“ . . okay. ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl he is.

everything in percy feels it, he’s annoyed,
he did something wrong and vince is
upset —- he doesn’t love him, he’s going
to leave percy and -

his mind is rambling, eyes starting to well up with tears while he turns his head back down to look —

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl the baby remains asleep, percy looks at him ; gaze only moving back to vincent after a few moments.

he’s still not sure what to do with all of
these feelings, how to handle them.

very quietly, a whisper :
“ . . . are you mad at me ? ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl “ if you want me to. ”

he nods, quietly, slowly reaching out
to take the sleeping baby.

“ . . . are you . . okay ? ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@rotcrawl adorable.

percy moves a little closer, reaching to grab
the camera from the dresser and taking a
very cute photograph of the two of them.

then, he slowly moves to sit down next to vincent ; eyes filled with adoration as he looks around their son.

“ . . very cute. ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@donotrecucitate — “ you know, i’m 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 for another glass of wine. let’s get some - i’ll come find you in a bit, francis. we gotta catch up. ”

as soon as the other man walks off the smile drops, glaring at halia again, plainly asking a demanding ;

“ who ? ”

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

@donotrecucitate — percy’s target for the evening.

so this must be his strategy.

get this francis to introduce him, then catch him alone and do the job. it’s a work around, far more complicated than just appearing in the room, but hey. that’s the fun of it all, isn’t it?

—

[𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 ? @cortegewalk]

sitting on a bench in a park somewhere, silently staring ahead of himself.

[ً. @abhorarchive]

if i've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.