he's not sure what to feel, at first - the familiarity of the voices, the feelings, the smell of fresh grass, the warmth of amber, as his shaking hand holds the knife, as he goes to follow through on a promise he couldn't stand to make, on a duty he had to have.
but all the colors and the sounds blur together, and vax's heart stops when the figure of light appears. he holds still, deathly still, and as the hand comes to his face, vax -
he sobs, like a child, just once, reaching up like he could hold the hand there. whisper falls to the ground with a clatter, as if he could keep, keep - ] Vex'ahlia -
[ and then she tweaks his nose, and he laughs, wet, tears dripping down his cheeks, and half bats at it out of sheer instinct.
as everything fades away, and percy speaks, sort of numbly, and starts to rise, vax, uh, really can't. he's down to about one hit point here.
thankfully, percy has him. he has him, doesn't he? they have each other.
("you earned my trust back, percival.")
he manages to get up, with percy's help, slings his arm around his waist, and spares one look back at the disappearing paint and church - at the fading face of the raven queen in the distance, impassive, never moving.
("There is destiny, but you still guide your path where it must go. Especially you, fate-touched. You're one of the few that bends threads near and around you.")
and bleeding, broken, and dazed, the two of them can make their way out of the archway, and back to the group once more.
ty post the cr chart i cant take another surprise ]
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he's not sure what to feel, at first - the familiarity of the voices, the feelings, the smell of fresh grass, the warmth of amber, as his shaking hand holds the knife, as he goes to follow through on a promise he couldn't stand to make, on a duty he had to have.
but all the colors and the sounds blur together, and vax's heart stops when the figure of light appears. he holds still, deathly still, and as the hand comes to his face, vax -
he sobs, like a child, just once, reaching up like he could hold the hand there. whisper falls to the ground with a clatter, as if he could keep, keep - ] Vex'ahlia -
[ and then she tweaks his nose, and he laughs, wet, tears dripping down his cheeks, and half bats at it out of sheer instinct.
as everything fades away, and percy speaks, sort of numbly, and starts to rise, vax, uh, really can't. he's down to about one hit point here.
thankfully, percy has him. he has him, doesn't he? they have each other.
("you earned my trust back, percival.")
he manages to get up, with percy's help, slings his arm around his waist, and spares one look back at the disappearing paint and church - at the fading face of the raven queen in the distance, impassive, never moving.
("There is destiny, but you still guide your path where it must go. Especially you, fate-touched. You're one of the few that bends threads near and around you.")
and bleeding, broken, and dazed, the two of them can make their way out of the archway, and back to the group once more.
ty post the cr chart i cant take another surprise ]