"I am, too," he tells her, and if his smile's tired, it's no less genuine for that fact. "And adding husband is quite enough for me. I'd give all the others up for that one."
They talk in quiet voices for a little longer, secret words for a secret bond, until he has to admit that he's on the verge of falling asleep. When he does, it's with Vex's fingers carding through his hair, repetitive and unbelievably comforting. Up again for their supper, and then back to the quiet of their room - and though the spirit is most definitely willing, he doesn't have the energy to raise the idea of consummation, let alone make an attempt.
Percy's still tired the next day, though he struggles through an abbreviated walk outside out of sheer stubbornness. It's maddening to run into a setback because he'd dared to marry the woman he loves, and he's in a poor temper all day. The day after, he wakes midmorning feeling more himself - only to find rain beating down the windows. It's cold out, just this side of snowing, and there's no chance in the nine hells that he'll be able to leave the castle; even if he was tempted to risk the twin threats of falling and getting sick, he doubts anyone else would be willing.
He can shake off yesterday's bearish mood, but he's restless at the idea of reading, and sketching out schematics for future projects has left him with at least a dozen ideas he can't do anything with. By early afternoon, he's gotten up to walk over to the window enough times that he might as well be pacing.
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maybe everything's kind of a bummer, lmfao
Date: 2025-01-15 04:17 am (UTC)They talk in quiet voices for a little longer, secret words for a secret bond, until he has to admit that he's on the verge of falling asleep. When he does, it's with Vex's fingers carding through his hair, repetitive and unbelievably comforting. Up again for their supper, and then back to the quiet of their room - and though the spirit is most definitely willing, he doesn't have the energy to raise the idea of consummation, let alone make an attempt.
Percy's still tired the next day, though he struggles through an abbreviated walk outside out of sheer stubbornness. It's maddening to run into a setback because he'd dared to marry the woman he loves, and he's in a poor temper all day. The day after, he wakes midmorning feeling more himself - only to find rain beating down the windows. It's cold out, just this side of snowing, and there's no chance in the nine hells that he'll be able to leave the castle; even if he was tempted to risk the twin threats of falling and getting sick, he doubts anyone else would be willing.
He can shake off yesterday's bearish mood, but he's restless at the idea of reading, and sketching out schematics for future projects has left him with at least a dozen ideas he can't do anything with. By early afternoon, he's gotten up to walk over to the window enough times that he might as well be pacing.