@narrativeabducted said: On the rare occasion Percy can be convinced to lay down in bed for the night, he's rarely ever there come morning. He doesn't sleep well and tends to wake up every few hours and then struggles to get back to sleep. Come early morning be grows tired of the tossing and turning and gets up to do something, anything else but lay and be idle. He left a note for Victor that he was going out for a walk. Nothing about that was that strange either, especially in the early morning when Percy wanted to keep his mind clear. What was strange, however, was that all of this happened three days ago. Three days and Percy never returned from his walk. Percy walks into his and Victor's house around eight in the morning, three days after he said he was going on a walk. He doesn't seem as if he's been gone three days. Perhaps a little tired, but that is his perpetual state. All he does as he enters their home, in fact, is go to begin making breakfast. As if no time has really passed at all.
Three days. Three long, terrible days where Victor was utterly convinced that he had somehow lost Percy again. It doesn't get easier. It never gets easier. How do you contend with the fact that the person you love will die again and again and again while you just keep on living? It's an unintended consequence of an act of love so long ago, but any small mishap makes Victor instantly go on edge.
He's looked everywhere. In the nearby park, by the lake, in town, asking people if they've seen Percy anywhere. He's lived in Geneva for so long that he knows every nook and cranny available and found Percy in none of them.
He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, has spent every waking moment trying to find him, and then Percy simply...walks inside, as if nothing happened, as if he hasn't been gone. Victor shoots up off the couch and runs over to him, throwing his arms around him. "Where have you been? Do you know how long it's been?" Three days may not seem like much, but people have died in less time. "What--are you okay? Are you hurt?"
