sweet creature, running through the garden where NOTHING bothered us. b u t we’re still young, i always think about YOU and how we don’t speak enough.
percy stanton... or paris of troy
“I don’t have anyone to kiss when the clock strikes midnight.” Nikhila whined, feeling some form of frustration due to the peer pressure of the tradition. “I don’t even know who’s okay to kiss. I wish there was sign on people’s heads that could tell me. You know? Oh whatever I’ll be alone, anyway.” She grumbled, standing in the main hall.
percy swirls his drink around in his cup, eyes glancing up to the stranger. a smirk pulls at his lips but it isn’t one of mockery as there’s a longing in his eyes. percy wishes he had as trivial of a problem as this woman does. but he doesn’t, so he straightens up and does what he does best: advise others better than he does himself. ❝ i don’t think that’s such a bad thing that you have no one to kiss. first off, it seems a bit outdated, yeah ? and second, i don’t think no new years kiss will start the year off wrong. almost right, i suppose, as relationships are mostly overrated. mostly. ❞ he adds, smirk tugging into a smile at the thought of tate.
This party wasn’t going nearly as well as Peyton had planned. Did they ever, though? Zeus’ lightning bolt had been stolen, but there were plenty of people on that so Peyton drank. She drank to forget everything. Hani, Kronos, her self-hate. She had been downing shots in rapid succession moments ago, but now she found herself slouched against a marble column with a beer in her hand.
percy doesn’t like to admit to himself that he’s moping. he tries to justify his excessive drinking and sad, puppy-dog eyes but every justification doesn’t seem quite right. he prided himself on being able to take the hit of something traumatic, but he also hadn’t ever lost a parent before. his tribulations before were only those of an absent mother and a scolding father. which, consequently, also brings himself to wonder why does he care so much that his mother passed. the answer is in the front of his mind, yet he urges himself to think that it is in the bottom of a bottle. sliding against an adjacent column, brown eyes wash over peyton. ❝ rough night for you too ? ❞ he asks gently, hoping he doesn’t intrude.
“I’ve actually never been to a party in a museum,” Preston announced, looking around the room in wonder. He’d only been to the city museum a handful of times, and it certainly looked different now. The energy in the room was amazing, and he felt like he was actually bouncing on his heels. “Did you come with anyone? My girlfriend is working, I’m just hoping she’s done by midnight.”
percy downs his drink, eyes flitting over to preston. ❝ i have. ❞ he responds bleakly. percy is usually good at socializing as he grew up going to parties such as this every weekend, but he finds the ambiance of the party too reminiscent of his mother’s galas. ❝ tate’s here somewhere ... you said eden’s here ? how has she been ? ❞ he asks, brow furrowed underneath his mask.
❝ you cannot tell tate. if you do, i will gut you. ❞ percy warned adamantly, hiding tate’s gift behind his back. he was unsure of where they stood lately, but he bought her something anyways. and this time, he was sure she wouldn’t turn the offer down.
Preston fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, a thousand questions floating through his mind and stalling themselves at the tip of his tongue. There was so much to ask, but he didn’t want to be too pushy. “Are you…” he cut himself off, staring down at the barely touched beer on the pub table. “How are you holding up?” @percyoftroy
where preston’s beer was untouched, percy was on his second. percy despised the bitter, amber drink but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. the taste burned his tongue and throat but he welcomed the newfound tingle as it distracted him from his current predicament. he looked up at preston, a deep breath being drawn in. ❝ it’s been stressful, but better. getting all of the loose ends tucked in with the firm and such has been tough. ❞ he admitted. softly.
When Tate opened the door she never thought who could be the person behind it. Sure, the most probable thing would’ve been to stand face to face with her distracted dad who once again forgot his keys. “Sorry, I was in the-…” Tate started to ramble, though the moment she realized that it was someone else knocking her door, she immediately froze by the side of it. Was she imagining this? It took her a few seconds to recognize him and confused as to what do or say, she simply stared at Percy from her place as if she was suddenly glued to the floor. For a second she considered closing the door and hide behind it or just slap him for being such a piece of crap, but instead there she was, being a speechless mess who had no control over her emotions. “What are you doing here?”
percy didn’t take time to watch tate’s eyes shift over him and reveal the cogs turning in her brain. he stepped forward into her apartment and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. his head burrowed into her hair, the familiar scent of tate’s shampoo calming his nerves but producing tears that threatened to spill. ❝ i’m sorry, darling... for everything. i’m sorry about the missed called and the lack of communication and just being shitty. you can yell at me later, but now i just need you. ❞ he whispered out.
percy’s foot tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor, his knock against tate’s door ringing out along the hallway. his throat was dry and sore not only because all his words he wanted to tell her were lodged in there, but because he had been a wreck the past week. percy looked a mess―his eyes were red-rimmed, clothes disheveled, hair in knots. it was so unlike his usual polished visage. his suitcase was sat beside him as well as he didn’t even bother going home after landing at LAX. he needed to see her. the knock had not yet been answered and percy threaded his hands through his hair, turning around and ready to leave when the door creaked open.
hi all kellen back again w my lil softie, percy. as always, more about him is under the cut and like this or shoot me a msg to plot !!
Is that [DOUGLAS BOOTH]? No, that’s just [PERCY STANTON] the [25] year old [SCREENWRITER]. In Olympus [HE] was actually [PARIS OF TROY] but they have [SOME] recollection of that.
okie this is gna be bullet points bc im lazy and most of u at least know a lil bit about him
percy was born in the heart of london, england to two parents who didn’t actually want to be parents
his mother, eliza copley, was a socialite and a lawyer for stanton & grey, percy’s father’s (richard stanton) inherited law firm (which is one of the most prestigious in england)
their affair was a quick one after a night of drinking, but of course, it ended up in pregnancy
once eliza learned she was pregnant, her and richard quickly married because they came from the type of world where the image would be tarnished if they weren’t married
eliza & richard didn’t hate each other, but they were like oil and water
along with that fact, they both had busy schedules and not much time to care for a kid
in turn, percy was raised by a nanny by the name of lilia who basically became his mother
even with the mother figure in his life, he vied for the attention of his parents
nothing seemed to be good enough for eliza & richard when they paid attention (which was rare) and most times they just supplied money for percy to spend, thinking that an endless supply of things he wanted would make him happy
along w being absent parents, eliza & richard also fought like cats and dogs. their big estate just outside of london didn’t seem to be big enough as yelling from across the mansion was a common thing
but, even after everything, they wouldn’t get divorced and tarnish their image, so they just stuck to their unhappy marriage
to outsiders, the stanton family was golden but once you looked too close you saw all the cracks and scratches
to cope, percy began writing. he used it as an escape to make new worlds where a mother was never absent and a father was never harsh
he was actually quite good at it, and even excelled in his other classes
his father, although absent, wanted him to be a lawyer (ofc, bc the whole big thing in his fam is being a lawyer)
percy was like nah fam and because his parents were actually shitty, they didn’t care much that he wanted to be a screenwriter bc they didn’t care much in general
so, off to LA he goes after going to the new york film academy and graduating from there
he started off doing some small jobs but now is working his way up
or, was
DEATH TW!!!!
so basically the whole story of when i dropped him as a char for a bit is that his mom got diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer and he went back to london to help sort everything out
well, she ended up passing away and although percy was never close to his mother and she seemed very distant, he still loved her ofc and is very torn up
so basically he’s gonna be rly emo
as for personality when he’s not emo, percy is a lil softie
he’s very charismatic and charming but he can be forgiving....well too forgiving
he likes to think people are good at heart and have the best intentions but in reality, some ppl just don’ti
