#thseus

[pxrcivalgrxves]

Theseus' death before the war ended was both a shock and a devastating event. It has been 8 years after that and Percival has been able to move on from the death of his lover and found a new one, even as he lay in the bed of MACUSA, he didn't know of the redhead who found himself strong enough to reveal that he was actually alive, was in the hallway right now - almost reaching his room without knowing that his new lover was there with him. (Les do dis;))

Leo stood over Percival’s hospital bed, holding the injured and sick man’s hand and murmuring soft words of reassurance as his weary lover tried to sit up and hold a conversation. 

“It’s alright, luv. I’m here. You don’t need to talk, just rest, ok?” Leo whispered, stroking Percival’s sweaty hair out of his eyes. 

“Le...oh” Percival managed to mumble, grasping weakly at the blankets and at Leo’s hand. He was so weak and tired, but he had to stay awake for Leo. He had to make sure it was real this time, not another dream conjured by Grindelwald. 

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It's been a while since the redhead had tasted the dryness of a cigarette between his chapped lips. Usually, Theseus would only have one when truly stressed and that he'd need a sort of vent to release that pent up anxiety. But he would rarely have those days where he almost emptied an entire packet. Today was one of those latter days; having gotten home to the flat he lived in with Percival, he immediately heads to the fire escape -- a pack with him and already burning through his tenth stick.

Percival was already sitting on the fire escape, smoking and gazing out over the horizon. He was miserable, exhausted, and ravenously hungry. So really, nothing out of the ordinary. He should be used to it, in fact, and yet somehow it felt brand new and like it would never end. 

Percival heard Theseus come in, and looked around as the man came onto the fire escape with him. 

“Hi, love” Percival sighed, flicking some ash off the tip of his cigarette.

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Theseus was in the study, a cigarette between his lips and eyes trained on a case file, dressed in only his dress shirt and an undone waistcoat. He takes a long drag before sighing it out, closing his eyes and he moves to massage his temples, feeling a migraine forming from there. He was a bit too busy, he hadn't noticed Percival come in. (Hiii)

Theseus had been working for hours, and while Percival would absolutely be a hypocrite if he even began to criticize Theseus’ work habits, it was starting to get far too unhealthy. The man needed a break. 

Percival entered the study, and knocked a few times on the open door and when Theseus didn’t reply, he walked in and stood in front of the desk. 

“Thes? Baby, are you alright? I think it’s time for a break now, you’ve been working far too long” Percival said softly.

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(Hiii!)

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He fidgets in his spot as he nervously debated on whether or not this was a good idea. Theseus was in front of the address given to him by Seraphina and he was beginning to wonder if showing up to someone's door -- someone he hadn't seen in a while -- was a good idea or not. Before he could change his mind and leave, he knocks on the door, shoving his hands into his pockets soon after as he waited. [th-seus]

Percival groaned as a knock sounded at the door. He was just trying to relax for once, smoking on the couch and flicking through a book. He stood up, dizzy for a second, and trudged crankily to the door. His wand was still grasped firmly in his hand though; no matter how annoyed or tired he was, he never let himself be vulnerable or exposed.

Percival opened the door a little and peaked out. When he caught sight of the man, he dropped the door and let it swing wide open. 

“T-Theseus?” He whispered.

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Theseus was in the bathroom, hissing at the sharp pains that was shooting from his arm that was dripping with crimson - warm and sticky... A mishap was all he needed during a mission and here he was, bandaging his dominant arm from the knuckles up. He was far too busy that he didn't hear Percival. (th-seus)

Percival had stopped in shock, half a sentence out of his mouth, when he saw Theseus. “T-Thes...?” He whispered, clinging to the door frame. The sight of the blood trailing down his comrade’s arm...  Percival froze and just stared, mouth agape. 

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[pxrcivalgrxves]

Auror Jaimee knocked on the door of the director's office, a letter in his hand and terror written all over his face as he cracked open the door to peek in before going inside, "D-Director Graves...? The M-Ministry sent you a l-letter, sir. I... I was t-told to bring it here immediately -- by o-order of the Madame P-President..." (as sort of a huge-ass jump from our thread (which I forgot about ;;;;)) [th-seus]

Percival raised his head from his paperwork. “The Ministry? Madam President?” He repeated, his dark eyebrows furrowing. “Bring it here then, Jaimee” He sighed, holding his hand out for the letter.

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