“Nobody agrees with you.” Her voice was muffled by his shirt. “Take me out of here. Please. For a little while. I need to be away from Camelot.”
Percival sighed. “Anywhere you want. Pack some things, we’ll go anywhere you want. The castle Gawant, the forest, even Avalon.”
“I just need a little while. A few hours. It’s people, Percival, there are too many people around me.” She couldn’t help the way her voice started to crack toward the end of the sentence.
“I’m — ” She cut off, voice choked again. He didn’t know everything, and he /couldn’t/ know everything. She couldn’t even explain to him what was wrong. “Percival, you’re biased.”
“Hmm, even so. A lot of smart people agree with me. I know I can’t just zap everything better.” He held her closer and buried his face in her hair, “But I’ll do my best, because everything I do know about you tells me I should.”
“Nobody agrees with you.” Her voice was muffled by his shirt. “Take me out of here. Please. For a little while. I need to be away from Camelot.”
Summer’s voice was choked with tears, and she rubbed a hand over her swollen, red eyes. “Percival, please. I just need — I need some time. I don’t — ” Her voice fell. “I don’t like you to see me like this.”
“Summer, you don’t need to hide anything from me.” Percival stepped closer, taking her hand in his. “There’s not anything you could do to make me think less of you.”
“That isn’t what I said,” she protested, feebly. She didn’t try to take her hand back, though; his warm grip was oddly comforting.
“I just…” Percival frowned, looking downward. “I don’t want you to be alone when you’re feeling this way, it’s not good for a person, and I need you to know that I’m always here for you and I’m not going to make those mistakes I made before again and-” He trailed off, sighing, before looking back up into her eyes. “I don’t want to leave you, Summer.”
She put her face against his shoulder and just breathed, in and out, trying to swallow down more tears. She wanted to find some way to send him away, but she couldn’t think of anything he’d actually listen to. And it was completely useless to try to move him physically — he was twice her size. “Damnit, Percival,” Summer muttered helplessly.
Percival kissed the top of her head. “You’re grand. You deserve the best.”
“I’m — ” She cut off, voice choked again. He didn’t know everything, and he /couldn’t/ know everything. She couldn’t even explain to him what was wrong. “Percival, you’re biased.”
Summer’s voice was choked with tears, and she rubbed a hand over her swollen, red eyes. “Percival, please. I just need — I need some time. I don’t — ” Her voice fell. “I don’t like you to see me like this.”
“Summer, you don’t need to hide anything from me.” Percival stepped closer, taking her hand in his. “There’s not anything you could do to make me think less of you.”
“That isn’t what I said,” she protested, feebly. She didn’t try to take her hand back, though; his warm grip was oddly comforting.
“I just…” Percival frowned, looking downward. “I don’t want you to be alone when you’re feeling this way, it’s not good for a person, and I need you to know that I’m always here for you and I’m not going to make those mistakes I made before again and-” He trailed off, sighing, before looking back up into her eyes. “I don’t want to leave you, Summer.”
She put her face against his shoulder and just breathed, in and out, trying to swallow down more tears. She wanted to find some way to send him away, but she couldn’t think of anything he’d actually listen to. And it was completely useless to try to move him physically — he was twice her size. “Damnit, Percival,” Summer muttered helplessly.
when do I get to be the person whose muse is wanted for a ship and whose ideas are always greeted excitedly and with open arms and for whom opens and memes are really posted?
[Today, my nugget. What am I, chopped bicep?]
Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep sulking when you write things like ‘chopped bicep’?
Summer’s voice was choked with tears, and she rubbed a hand over her swollen, red eyes. “Percival, please. I just need — I need some time. I don’t — ” Her voice fell. “I don’t like you to see me like this.”
“Summer, you don’t need to hide anything from me.” Percival stepped closer, taking her hand in his. “There’s not anything you could do to make me think less of you.”
“That isn’t what I said,” she protested, feebly. She didn’t try to take her hand back, though; his warm grip was oddly comforting.
Summer’s voice was choked with tears, and she rubbed a hand over her swollen, red eyes. “Percival, please. I just need — I need some time. I don’t — ” Her voice fell. “I don’t like you to see me like this.”
When he begins to move his mouth elsewhere, she trembles slightly. Not in fear, or nerves, but simply because it’s so new, the way the sensation sends tingles over her skin. She can’t help closing her eyes again, tipping her head back as Percival kisses over her throat, hands clenching on his shoulders.
The hollow of her neck tastes sweet and salty and bitter – bitter, he guesses, from some sort of perfume. He’s kissing her mouth again, more slowly and less feverishly than at first. Tentatively, he lets his arm drop lower, to the small of Summer’s back. His hand travels along the waistline of her skirt to her hip, where he slips his index finger in. He’s hesitant to speak, wanting to hold onto the moment, so places his trust in Summer’s promise that she’d tell him if he did anything wrong.
Muscles under her skin twitch at his touches, half-ticklish and half-pleasant shock. She runs her hands down his arms, abruptly grateful for whatever quirk makes him prefer to be sleeveless, and traces the subtle outlines of muscle with her fingertips. She doesn’t know how to urge him on, except with more kisses, so she presses forward into his kiss. Into the slow sweetness of it, taking the time to explore the way their mouths fit together.
[text to: firelady] excellent. let me in, I want to snuggle with your cat.
[text to: ARMED] the door’s unlocked like always. swimming later I guess.
[text to: firelady] for a second there I though you meant you caught them out in the forest or something. I was concerned because that doesn’t sound very safe. Do you think they would attack me if I captured them?
[text to: ARMED] Doc might. Helios won’t. he will just be very confused and make big blue eyes