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vax'ildan, trash rat with wings ([personal profile] daggering) wrote 2022-04-10 02:33 pm (UTC)

PERCY.

Gift: A black raven feather, with two blue beads hanging off of the pin, and a snowdrop flower.

Dear Percival,
Of all the letters I’ve got to write, this one feels like the hardest. You’ve always been kind of hard to talk to. Not - not really, but… we’ve been here before. I’ll try to keep it brief.

Your time is different, maybe - you’ve still got a few years with me around. We still have a lot of things to do together, as Vox Machina. And not. We’re gonna save the world over and over - gonna kick some ass and fuck things up as a team. I’ve told you before that I’m not gonna tell you much of our future, and I meant it.

Me leaving’s gonna happen no matter what. So - this is a goodbye letter, from the future. Maybe it’ll impart something on you to take back.

You are my family. Everything we’ve been through here just solidified that. You told me not to trust you, never to fully trust you - sure as shit showed that hand here, too, even if it wasn’t your fault - but, I’ll spoil you a little to tell you you earned all that back. I do trust you. I trust you with Vex’ahlia, who is the most important thing in the world. I trust you to make sure that she’s going to be happy, and loved, and never lonely. I trusted you here, with me. Fighting with me or just trying to figure out the mysteries of this place - there’s no one here that will ever be as close to me as you are. Ever. It has been an honor. It will always be an honor.

Have a little more faith in yourself. You’re a good man. I’ve always thought that. Even after everything we’ve been through, that hasn’t changed. I admire a lot of things about you, and I always will. (Don’t get too cocky, though: you still do plenty of things that make me want to punch you in the nose.) When I said it could’ve been us, in another life, I meant it.

Try to stop blaming yourself for things that are out of your control. Try to let go, a little. It won’t kill you. Holding on might.

When you get back, you’ll be coming back to us. And then? We’ve got a wild future ahead.

I’ve been lucky to know you, Percival. I’ve been lucky to call you one of mine. It has been an honor. It will be an honor.

Keep an eye out for ravens.
I love you.
Vax’ildan.

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