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hello ...
this is going to be a real chill blog for friends for percy de rolo. no icons, no pages. my main blog is over @withpromise and i’ll follow from there.
this blog is not spoiler-free
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❛ so you were out here. ❜ percy knocks as he announces himself, stepping out towards the parapet, smiling gently. his years are beginning to show. the grooves in his skin, the wounds that don’t heal as easily anymore even with the more magical means. it’s——been some time. he supposes he’s lucky he went grey early, but even his hair is lacking its usual snow-white lustre. he hadn’t often been reminded of his human limitations when traveling with them, but it’s more apparent now. it should bother him &, let’s be real, it does, but he’s made steps to making peace with it.
percy breathes out, watching the mist rise up in a soft cloud. ❛ it’ll be nice to have everyone over again. ❜
SEASONAL STARTERS : @airamente
Guys being goths
EPISODE 115
→ vex and percy have a heart to heart
@dawnchampioned : ❛ c’mere, that’s on crooked. ❜
❛ where would i be without you ? ❜ percy lifts his eyes, trying for a smile. there’s still the dark circles underneath his eyes. his hands ache from the hours he spent locked under tight heat, mind obliterated of anything else other than the forge. revenge. justice. whatever people wanted to call it, his heart felt blackened with the smog.
her fingers are deft as she straightens out his cravat. it won’t actually matter, he thinks, with the hat of disguise, but it’s ... nice. he feels a little more steadied, like the storming seas between his ears is receding allowing him some time to think. to breathe. percy steps back when she’s finished, hand hovering over her work, gently touching the fabric. ❛ time to face the music, i suppose. can you ... can you be at my side ? ❜
#VERDIGRIM ——— your deeds will guide your path !
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@dawnchampioned : dance
❛ gladly, ❜ he says with warmth. percy is older, now. the grey of his hair less silvery & lively as the years have begun to pile on. there are deeper wrinkles in the grooves of his skin. his fingers are even more worn than ever, collecting more callouses as he begins to heal slower with age. he looks at peace. genuinely happy now that he’s long since settled into his post as the sophist & as a de rolo. the adventures aren’t entirely behind him, but that burning wanderlust that had propelled him in his youth has smoothed over. nowadays, he’s content with a few walks through whitestone, looking over the pipes inlaid underneath the ground to make sure they’re working correctly. it’s not always been easy. sometimes he’s dropped into darker shadows than when he had to confront his literal inner demons, but things are better.
she looks happy too. we’ll be the glue. everything feels a bit more stable, now. they’re more put together. time has helped. percy’s built a tower to mark every second of the lives they’re building together. the mornings he’s had, waking up next to her.
the music starts. vex takes his hand & they’re spinning. he’s learned to dance, of course. all the de rolos did as part of their upbringing. nobles & their little rituals to uphold their pride & all. he’s actually quite proud of his skill to both lead & be led in turn. he’s worked hard to be graceful, pushing past the extreme gangliness of his adolescence & his siblings’ teasing. ❛ twenty years——can you believe it ? ❜
ONE WORD PROMPTS : accepting
i. keyleth
the mountain air is cool & crisp. leaves snap from their branches and fall slowly to the ground, buffeted by a gentle breeze. illuminated by the afternoon sun, their bright hues of red, orange, and yellow resemble the sky before the sun sinks fully below the horizon. keyleth walks hand in hand with her mother, looking out at the mountain range before them and its many colors. must you go? her voice wavers with childlike fear and sorrow. can’t you stay here, with us?
it’s an honor to embark on my arámente. vilya smiles softly. when i return, i will become the voice of this tribe. she kneels down to her daughter’s level, cupping one cheek in her hand. and one day, when you’re grown, you will embark on your own arámente, and become the new leader of our tribe. keyleth hesitates. she knows little of leadership, but she does know one thing. i’‘ll miss you.
vilya, young & courageous & strong, takes her daughter into her arms. i’ll return to you soon, i promise. a gust of wind shakes the trees’ branches, sending a flurry of leaves to the ground. the wind pushes hard against mother and daughter, icy and powerful. a flurry of red, orange, and gold surround them, as though every tree is being stripped of its leaves by that single, powerful gust, and they swallow the memory when keyleth startles awake. she’s been sitting at a desk, chin propped up in her hand, for … hours. a stack of thick books are laid before her, one still open-faced where she left it. turning halfway around, she lays her arm on top of the back of her chair, meeting percival’s gaze. “ hmm? ” she mirrors percival’s movements, leaning back in her chair, arms stretching upward. “ oh, i could do this for hours. ” it’s a white lie, meant to allow percy to continue their research if he so desires despite her exhaustion, but even such niceties couldn’t suppress the relief that filled her upon percival’s decision. slowly keyleth stands, wincing at the stiffness in her legs. “ but if you need a break, let’s take one! want to go on a walk with me? it’d be good to stretch our legs. ”
on this, he is an expert. percy smiles & gets up himself, slowly & carefully. he stretches his limbs in a familiar routine to get his blood pumping again & muscles waking up. they’re going to need some coffee. any sort of extra stimulant as they put the books aside for a moment.
( * countless sleepless nights. pushing away the aches & pains in favour of more knowledge. of more steel & gunpowder, eyes never looking away from the fire. he forged his first gun in a haze, unaware of the time passing or the worried looks of his captain who’d barely be able to pull him away from his work enough to eat, sleep & take care of his bodily functions. you’re going to run yourself into the grave like that, son, the captain said gravely. percy remembers blinking at him, not entirely aware of where he was or what was happening. the captain sighed & knocked him out & percy dreamt of black smoke. )
percy puts his glasses back on and sighs. there’s still frost on the windows, the sun barely beginning to colour the thick sky with lighter blues & purples. whitestone has never been a loud town. it’s lively during the festivals, but even at the height of winter’s crest, it’s subdued compared to the boisterous streets of westruun & emon. he appreciates the silent mornings where the only company he has is the fog & the crisp air.
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever shown you around whitestone proper. we’re never here long enough to appreciate it & even if we are, we’re usually hard at work. ❜ there’s the ball of death to deal with after they deal with the dragons. it never ends. he knew whitestone’s blood-soaked grounds makes it an attractive location to do all kinds of shit, but percy had always thought it a myth. the briarwoods were one thing, but everything else ? he’s read it in history books. he should have known. maybe if he had been less complacent ... percy shakes his head & starts to head out. ❛ i say, coffee first & then i’ll show you some old hiding spots. anything in particular you want to see keyleth ? ❜
percy takes his glasses off & rubs his eyes, letting his face rest in the palm of his hand for a long minute. then he leans back in his chair, stretching out his sore muscles from being hunched over all night.
❛ keyleth ? ❜ they’ve been researching for——gods. who even knows ? percy never keeps time when he’s working. it’s difficult to work on a schedule & physical limitations are mere annoyances that he’s been trained to ignore. but that’s him, he supposes. he’s not sure about keyleth. ❛ i think we should call it. i’m afraid i’m losing the ability to comprehend common, at this point. nevermind archaic texts. ❜
STARTER : @airamente
a watchmaker. perhaps it’s not entirely unexpected. julius refuses to let that one incident where percy accidentally on purpose completely brutalized their father’s pocket watch because of his curiosity. he had fixed it eventually, but no one seems to remember that. even his father would take it out on occasion & give him a teasing look ( * while never lifting his expression of neutrally stern ) before moving on.
❛ you’re always so studious, cass, ❜ percy says by way of greeting, closing the door to the library behind him. ❛ even i don’t spend that much time here & i’ve read most everything here. ❜ most of everything that intrigued him, anyway. he’s stolen all the books on celestial for himself & they’re in a neat stack on his desk. the books about farming, managing an estate & actual accountancy ... well, that was always everyone else’s purview, wasn’t it ? julius is to inherit mother’s position as guardian & vesper already laid claim to managing the mines. percy’s had a cursory interest in the alchemy behind distilling residuum, but he’s always been more interested in his inventions.
STARTER : @pluresque
@divineshe : ❛ let’s get you from that miserable place. ❜
everything feels so heavy. percy blinks, lethargic & slow. it’s tempting to shake his head to try & clear the cotton there. that blasted fog coating the insides of his lungs & making each breath a struggle. he’s trying not to make things worse. really, he is. it’s one thing to do this purely for revenge. it’s another to enact collateral on those who’ve actually lived for years under the briarwoods’ thumbs. & he does like to think he’s not that terrible. oh, he’s a monster. purposefully so, actually. but he’s not that. at least, that’s what he hopes. it’s getting harder & harder to keep trying to make that distinction & percy isn’t sure if it’s the atmosphere or the dreams.
❛ i think that’d be best. ❜ he coughs, getting up to his feet. there will be time to face the music. it’s probably much closer than he anticipates, but there’s a moment here. a moment for rest, troubled as it is. ❛ shall we take a walk ? i don’t think you know anything about whitestone. you’ve only just arrived. ❜
HADES : accepting
starter / plotting call ! there’s like 3 of you here, but hmu if you want to do things with percival de rodeo. if there are any threads you wish to migrate over from my multi, reply / dm me the number & i’ll transfer it over.
things coming eventually:
fisher king de rolos
percy + gods
EPISODE 79
→ percy’s regrets + keyleth just wants to know if her friends are happy