this is such a genius way to get yourself to fic. can I guess “eyes” for #7?
*squints at you*
There’s a part of him, he realises, as he meets Vex’s eyes, begging her to understand, that wants to kiss her. Another part that just wants to hold her, to keep her close and treasured so she can understand just how valued she is, just what she is worth, so she can be washed clean of her father’s bile. Gently he lets go of her wrists, thumbs stroking one last time over her pulse. “You’re never going to deal with him again,” he says, as much a promise as he dares impose. “You don’t have to - we’ll speak to him for you, those of us he can’t affect-” “He’s my father,” she says and her voice is smaller than he’s ever heard it. In this, Percy thinks, Vax had a point. Syldor Vessar is not worthy of calling himself the twins’ father.
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