Percy sets the book down and puts an arm around Vex's shoulders, leaning in slightly against her side. She's in a contemplative mood, it seems, and he's always happy to indulge that.
"No. And yes." He might simply be happy to indulge in her, period; he turns his head, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I'd never expected to be the eldest de Rolo, and after a point, I wasn't sure I'd ever see Whitestone again. But...go back far enough, and I assumed I'd fall in love with someone eventually. Make a life with them."
Or simply live in the shadow of Whitestone forever, eccentric Uncle Percival to his siblings' children, building them toys in his spare time and forgetting to leave his workshop for days at a stretch. Those are fancies of some other world, at this point, belonging to a boy who'd likely struggle to recognize the man he's become.
"Where did you imagine you'd be?" he asks, after a moment. Not here, he's sure.
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Date: 2024-12-25 05:14 am (UTC)"No. And yes." He might simply be happy to indulge in her, period; he turns his head, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I'd never expected to be the eldest de Rolo, and after a point, I wasn't sure I'd ever see Whitestone again. But...go back far enough, and I assumed I'd fall in love with someone eventually. Make a life with them."
Or simply live in the shadow of Whitestone forever, eccentric Uncle Percival to his siblings' children, building them toys in his spare time and forgetting to leave his workshop for days at a stretch. Those are fancies of some other world, at this point, belonging to a boy who'd likely struggle to recognize the man he's become.
"Where did you imagine you'd be?" he asks, after a moment. Not here, he's sure.