[ percy's expression doesn't falter openly, not here, not as he listens to vax and every single one of his words like a knife. he watches as his hood provides all the insight he needs, the sharp glint of his eyes beneath the shadow. the raven queen. the way that vax says her name is like a freshly opened wound, like percy may as well have rebroken his leg himself.
he looks downwards a moment at his lap. ]
I don't...
[ know what to say.
that there has to be some other way? that vax is just pulling his leg (hah!) that this is some sort of sick joke, but instead he's holding onto his glass with what could be a white knuckled grip, it's hard to say with his glove still on. he lets that sit, lets it truly dig into his brain with sharp talons and the taste of blood in the back of his throat and the sounds of her voice.
and then. ]
I don't care. That isn't an excuse to say what happens to you doesn't matter here under my eye.
[ he murmurs ]
You're here now. You're alive now.
[ he is not looking up. he's staring at his glass. he does not accept this. ]
[ alive, maybe. he's not a revenant anymore, at least - not that percy needs to know that part. he needs to eat, breathe, sleep here. he could die here, as easily as anyone else. ]
I'm not afraid of dying.
[ not under his eye, not under anyone else's, but it's returned with a steadiness and maturity that differs from his usual "running-into-the-fire-face-first-and-coming-out-barely-alive". if percy won't accept it, then vax will, because vax already has. he's long since accepted it, and made his resolute goal here much of the same. the raven queen will come find him eventually. percival has to come home. he will do anything to ensure that is how their time in the prism ends.
death isn't something to be afraid of. it simply is.
but, percy's reactions are hard to miss. vax is observant (though never as much as vex'ahlia), and he knows percy. he knows what he's coming from. (but even still, it surprises him, sometimes. percy is his brother, and he knows that, but sometimes...
well. sometimes he remembers telling him he'd never have his trust again, and now, how silly that seems.)
after a long pause, he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face, and then drinks from the bottle. ]
...I'm not telling you anything else. That was an inevitability, Percy - the rest of it, you've got to live on your own.
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he looks downwards a moment at his lap. ]
I don't...
[ know what to say.
that there has to be some other way? that vax is just pulling his leg (hah!) that this is some sort of sick joke, but instead he's holding onto his glass with what could be a white knuckled grip, it's hard to say with his glove still on. he lets that sit, lets it truly dig into his brain with sharp talons and the taste of blood in the back of his throat and the sounds of her voice.
and then. ]
I don't care. That isn't an excuse to say what happens to you doesn't matter here under my eye.
[ he murmurs ]
You're here now. You're alive now.
[ he is not looking up. he's staring at his glass. he does not accept this. ]
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I'm not afraid of dying.
[ not under his eye, not under anyone else's, but it's returned with a steadiness and maturity that differs from his usual "running-into-the-fire-face-first-and-coming-out-barely-alive". if percy won't accept it, then vax will, because vax already has. he's long since accepted it, and made his resolute goal here much of the same. the raven queen will come find him eventually. percival has to come home. he will do anything to ensure that is how their time in the prism ends.
death isn't something to be afraid of. it simply is.
but, percy's reactions are hard to miss. vax is observant (though never as much as vex'ahlia), and he knows percy. he knows what he's coming from. (but even still, it surprises him, sometimes. percy is his brother, and he knows that, but sometimes...
well. sometimes he remembers telling him he'd never have his trust again, and now, how silly that seems.)
after a long pause, he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face, and then drinks from the bottle. ]
...I'm not telling you anything else. That was an inevitability, Percy - the rest of it, you've got to live on your own.