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look at where we’ve been through time, i’ll always value your life over mine || listen
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Languid hands and arms reach to the ceiling before they collapse back against Percy’s face. A low groan and he squints menacingly over at the balcony window that they’d forgotten to close the curtains to last night and now was letting morning light into the room.
(he needs to get up, there are meetings... he’s pretty sure there are at least.)
Shifting, his book he’d been reading before falling asleep slumps off harmlessly to the floor as he rolls onto his side and presses a cold palm against Vex’s back. “Darling...” he prompts with a groggy voice, “We should get up soon” he adds before rubbing his eyes.
HER HAIR was all wrong. fingers twisted through the white strands that now adorned her crown, feeling the coarse quality. they were the same. they felt exactly as they did before, but pike supposed she couldn’t have expected things to be that different. other than the colour, of course. the bright, iridescent white seemed too pure for anyone to carry on their head. it was different than percy’s. percy’s was gray & withered from too much age in a body too young. these strands were ethereal & was all so wrong. pike thumbed a lock pointedly & blue eyes flickered to vex, voice catching on something she wasn’t sure what to call, ❛ does it does it look okay ? i don’t know if white’s really my colour. ❜
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❛ I WANT to hurt them, ❜ he intoned quietly. the air tasted like stale must, smelling too fiercely of the prison where he rotted & festered like an open wound. hte list clattered out of his hands & percy muttered an ignoble curse, reaching for the weapon when he saw his fingers trembling. a breathy laughter whistled from his lungs, leaning heavily on the edge of hysteria. percy shook his head, grin black & dark with a smoke - lined cruelty he was beginning to think wasn’t imagined. ❛ i want them to suffer as i had. as my family had. ❜
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