Too soon, Percy. Despite the kiss, Vex manages to make a face. No wonder no one appreciated her morbid humor about her own demise. A way to cope with the horrific nature of it all, but she gets it.
"Let's not let it come to that, dear."
Her cheek presses to his palm before she turns her face to press a kiss to it. Then, she stands. Her smile is back on her lips as she patiently waits for him to get to his feet. It takes longer, these days, but they have all the time in the world. And while she's there in case he stumbles or needs a helping hand, she gives him the opportunity to attempt to get himself up, first. Neither of them like to be coddled.
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Date: 2025-01-02 12:59 am (UTC)"Let's not let it come to that, dear."
Her cheek presses to his palm before she turns her face to press a kiss to it. Then, she stands. Her smile is back on her lips as she patiently waits for him to get to his feet. It takes longer, these days, but they have all the time in the world. And while she's there in case he stumbles or needs a helping hand, she gives him the opportunity to attempt to get himself up, first. Neither of them like to be coddled.