Step back a year, even a few well-chosen months, and he'd probably bristle at the idea. Vax has been a thorn in his side, a reminder of one of the worst missteps of his life - an ally through everything, but not always a friendly one. But the old tensions have eased, in great part thanks to the fact that they both love Vex, and walking past his door in Whitestone feels strangely lonely now.
(Having their friends here made the castle come alive, truthfully, in all the ways it hasn't been since he was a boy. This is a place that needs the warmth of other people filling it, even if it comes with bickering, belching, and the occasional fire. It's a home built for large families, for endless visitors and convivial dinner parties. He, Vex, and Cassandra aren't enough on their own, even if they're a grand improvement over its last occupants.)
His expression, already gentled by the conversation, manages to grow even softer at her words. He hasn't grown used to it yet, hearing her say she loves him; some part of him hopes he never will, that she'll draw a faint flush to his face every time. "I know. And I love you, too."
Percy seals the thought with a real kiss, one that befits something as vital and alive as their love. And then, cupping her cheek, he adds wryly, "And because I love you, I'm going to walk around the entire courtyard if it kills me."
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Date: 2024-12-30 04:04 pm (UTC)(Having their friends here made the castle come alive, truthfully, in all the ways it hasn't been since he was a boy. This is a place that needs the warmth of other people filling it, even if it comes with bickering, belching, and the occasional fire. It's a home built for large families, for endless visitors and convivial dinner parties. He, Vex, and Cassandra aren't enough on their own, even if they're a grand improvement over its last occupants.)
His expression, already gentled by the conversation, manages to grow even softer at her words. He hasn't grown used to it yet, hearing her say she loves him; some part of him hopes he never will, that she'll draw a faint flush to his face every time. "I know. And I love you, too."
Percy seals the thought with a real kiss, one that befits something as vital and alive as their love. And then, cupping her cheek, he adds wryly, "And because I love you, I'm going to walk around the entire courtyard if it kills me."