”Hey, I don’t only grow flowers!
I grow small shrubbery, too.
And I helped this tree out when it was just a baby.”
Percival patted the tree’s branch, then shook his head.
”Bending rocks and earth seems like too much effort.
And I don’t think my flowers would like it much.
They’re quite sensitive.
You don’t ever grow flowers among your rocks, do you?”
send me symbols to learn more about my muse (but i guess there’s no point because iggy and el sent them all to me)
[ tagging mauricism in this too since she also sent me all of these ]
Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.
A book that belonged to his grandfather when he was a boy - in his family, it's considered a great honor to own it.He doesn't really understand the older language in the book, but he thinks the cover is pretty.
Send ✿ for a happy memory.
When Percival was five, his eldest sister, Vivian, was assigned to read him bedtime stories.She complied by reading him a passage from Parzival each night, a book she was studying in class. She was practising her English-to-French translating skills, so she read it to him in French.Even though Percival had no idea what she was talking about half the time (she didn’t take the time to simplify it in words a five year old would understand), he remembers it fondly.
Send ➷ for a sports headcanon.
Percival hates sports. The end.He likes to exercise, though. He's just awful at organised sport.
Send ♆ for something my muse hates.
Sports. And homework.Kind of school in general.
Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.
Percival sleeps on his stomach, face smooshed sideways into the pillow. He also drools, so he often wakes up with a wet cheek. Gross.
Send ღ for a crush my muse has had.
Percival's first crush was on a friend of his sister's, at around four years old. The girl he liked was sixteen. He didn't really realise what he was doing, but he would follow her around like a puppy.She thought it was cute, but his sister found it embarrassing.
Send ✄ for a favourite movie of my muse’s.
As a child, it was Peter Pan (in book and main timelines.) In the book timeline, it was the first movie he ever saw in a cinema.Otherwise, it's Back to the Future! It's been his favourite since he was eleven years old.
Send ☂ for a weather headcanon.
Whenever it rained when Percival was young, he would sit by the window and try to count raindrops until he fell asleep.
Send ✎ for a school headcanon.
One time, Percival tightened his school tie until it appeared that he couldn't breathe for a joke. Only it got stuck, and then he really couldn't breathe. The teacher had to cut the tie off with a pair of scissors and he was sent home.
portrait of 9 year-old Lauren Bacall (taken by her mother Natalie Perske) leaning on a column outdoors at Highland Manor private girls’ school, Tarrytown-on-the-Hudson, New York, circa 1933
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Send ➷ for a sports headcanon.
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"Ah,Percival…" He smiled as he caught the flower, shaking the ground so as to startle the other into the real world, rather than his blissful laziness.
"Getting good at this, aren’t you?" He made attempts to climb to join the boy, sitting on the branch opposite.
Percival, giggling, clutched to the branch to keep himself steady.
“Mm.
It's fun."
He broke into a yawn,
"It sort of makes me tired, though."
Setting a hand on trunk, he tried to make the bough wider and more flat,
more comfortable for the other boy.
"Like I could just sleep
...forever...
don't you agree?"
He settled onto his back, smiling with simple bliss, breathing leisurely.
Harold shook his head. “Nope, you’ll never ever find out who he is. It /is/ true that I love him, but I just so happen to be the best at keeping secrets.”
“Well, I just happen to be the best at
uncovering secrets.
Not really. That’s a lie.
Sorry.
Anyway, let’s play ‘Guess the Boyfriend.’
How tall is he?
On a scale of an ant to a…
slightly bigger ant.”
If Percival had an obvious fault to name, it was that he always slept in too late. It was a sort of guilty pleasure, really - his bed was so warm and so comfortable, it was hard to resist.If he had another fault to name, it was that he almost always slept naked.He didn’t think much of the knock to his bedroom door. It was early. At least, it felt early. And if anyone was up early, it was his sister. And if Vivian was knocking at his bedroom door, it meant she was making breakfast. So he mumbled: “Come in,” and “pancakes would be nice, Viv…”Percival sat up and looked at his alarm. 12 o’clock.So it wasn’t early. Which meant it wasn’t Viv or Cath or Elaine or even Blaise - they’d all be at work/uni/whateverthehellBlaisedidinhissparetime by now.That explained the lack of Blaise’s snoring.Then he remembered.Oh no.Howard.He had forgotten - he had invited the other boy over in order to work on their Science essay.And he was naked."I’m so sorry, mate, I slept in. Do you want to maybe step out for a minute while I just, oh, I dunno, chuck a shirt on? Yeah, I know, I sleep without a shirt, it’s pretty shameful - but I can fix that. I’m really sorry.”He ran a hand through his hair. His face burned.He hoped Howard wouldn't notice that he wasn't wearing any pants, either.He thanked the lord that his blanket still covered the essentials.
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