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Perc‘ahlia

Is this him

It’s more important than breathing that he says (wheezes), “You’re here.”  Her fingers on his throat (pulse, checking his pulse - obediently it vaults back into a driving pace) drift away reluctantly. She swallows whatever she has to say, turning back to - ah. The splashing was not his assailant approaching to finish him off, but Trinket chasing after her, snarling with more fury than he’s ever seen. Correction: Vex’s expression, when she looks up, is the most fury he has ever seen.

GIDDY to have had the chance to commission from one of my artistic idols @toastyglow for art of Chapter 16 of my Age of Arcanum / Vax is the Raven Queen AU!

Revelation

When Vex dips her hands in the stream, the water is so cold that it almost stings. She ignores the discomfort as she cups her palms and splashes her face. She is about to reach down again when she hears a rustle from the woods behind her. She hastily dries her hands on her tunic and reaches for her bow. 

Percy walks into her line of sight. His pace is brisk and sure. He’s wearing nothing but a white shirt and trousers. Though his holster is on his leg, he still looks vulnerable, and his face looks slightly shocked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone else would be here.”

“I needed to get away for a moment,” she says. 

“Ah, I see. Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. There’s more than enough water for two.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” He removes his gloves and tucks them into his trouser pockets. “Moments of privacy are rare. I don’t want to interrupt yours.”

“You aren’t.”

Percy gives an affirmative hum as he squats down next to her.  He’s close enough that she can see the stubble on his jaw. To her utter surprise, he unties his shirt just a little. As the fabric falls apart, moonlight dances like fingers of silver on his skin. Then Percy rolls up his sleeves, exposing quite lovely forearms.

Her mouth goes dry, and heat blossoms in her cheeks. She’s blushing! Fucking blushing!

“Are you all right, Percy?” she asks to distract herself. 

“I am. Are you?”

“Of course,” she answers too quickly. 

“Good.”  Percy looks at the stream and then back at her. “Will you hold my glasses for a moment?”

“Yes.”

Percy removes his glasses, and their hands brush as she reaches out to take them. His skin is warm and mostly soft, but there are a few calluses that have utterly delicious potential. Their eyes meet, and she can’t help but notice how much younger he looks like this. Yet the intensity of his gaze and his focus are the same. Her heart skips a beat.

He bends down to the stream and splashes his face. He instantly splutters, “Fuck, that’s cold! Why didn’t you warn me?”

She watches droplets fall down his cheeks, past his jaw, and along his neck. At that moment, something wild flows through her veins, and she reaches into the water and splashes him. It hits him more haphazardly than she intended, getting his shirt and hair wet. 

“Oops.”

Percy blinks once, then wipes his hand across his face. “That’s what I get for trusting you.”

“Sorry,” she hides a small smile. “You can splash me back if you want. I won’t fight back.”

“While that offer is tempting, I have to refuse,” he pauses. “I’ll simply get my revenge when you least expect it.”

“Is that a threat?” 

“It’s a promise.”

She laughs so hard that her shoulders shake and her stomach aches. Percy laughs, too, and the smile looks good on him.

Vox Machina has seen many sides of Percy, but this moment is hers alone.

And it’s a damn revelation.

Taliesin claiming that Laura is the pilot of this ship [perc'ahlia] but then saying that he makes direct eye contact with her while recording their sex noises is hilarious to me. Laura is driving the car but Taliesin is in the backseat yelling "MCDONALDS MCDONALDS"

Vex is alone in her living room.  There are no decorations or furniture, but it’s still one of the most beautiful rooms she’s ever seen. After months of consulting with the architect and hours of deliberation, it was finally real. She can’t help but shed happy tears at the thought.

Trinket nuzzles her leg, and she runs her hand over his head, giving him scratches which he happily accepts. “It’s ours, Trinket. We have a home.” 

“Vex, we found some wine!” Tary exclaims as he enters the room with a bottle of wine. Percival and Doty follow close behind him. 

Percy instantly notices the tears on her face and asks, “Vex'ahlia, are you all right?”

“I’m just happy,” she replies with a smile.

“As you should be!” Tary agrees. “Which is why we should have a toast! Doty, pass out the glasses."

“Tary,” Doty says as he presents her with a beautiful long-stemmed wine glass. 

“Where did this come from?”

“I bought them as a housewarming present,” Percy answers.

She kisses him on the cheek, and he instantly flushes. “Thank you, darling.”

“To Vex’ahlia, mistress of the Grey Manor,” Tary says, and the three of them raise their glasses. 

“To Vex’ahlia,” Percy makes his toast with his eyes fixed on her. The golden light of the setting sun is falling on his face, making the pride there all the clearer. 

They raise their glasses and drink together. 

“This calls for dancing!” Tary declares.

“Who will provide the music? Trinket?” Percy asks incredulously. Trinket, who is in the corner of the room, gives a musical rumble.

Vex laughs as she sets her wine glass on the floor and pulls Percy by the arm.  “Come on, darling. Let’s dance.”

Tary starts singing a jaunty tune, and they all join hands to dance. They dance until Vex is a little dizzy and laughing so hard she can hardly breathe. Tary goes back to get another drink, leaving her alone with Percy. 

Percy puts one of his hands on her waist while the other holds her free hand. As they dance, he leans down and whispers in her ear, “I am so proud of you, Vex. You deserve this and so much more.”

“Thank you, darling.” 

They fall into silence for a bit, and she enjoys how she feels in his arms and how they move together. 

“You are very good at this. Why did you never ask me to dance before?”

“There wasn’t a lot of time for dancing,” he pauses for a half second, then adds, “I was also afraid.”

The response surprises her, and she looks up at him. His cheeks are flushed again, but she doesn’t think it’s from the wine. “Of what?”

“You,” he answers. “I felt like I couldn’t trust myself with you because I was convinced I would destroy you if I acted on my feelings. The only reason I did was because of what you said while I was on the other side.”

“Then you accepted that I wanted you?” 

“Yes.” Percy dips her backward, following her down, stopping with his mouth only inches from hers. His hand is pressing firmly against her back, keeping her secure and safe. “However, I am still amazed that is the case.”

She wonders if he can see the light that feels like it’s shooting out of her chest. “Percy-”

“You two are disgusting,” Tary complains, but only half-heartedly. 

She steals a quick kiss from Percy to annoy Tarry, who complains even louder. 

-

They stay up late talking, drinking, and dancing. When Tary falls asleep on Trinket, Vex covers him with a blanket, then leads Percy into the hallway.

Percy asks, “Where are we going?”

“It’s late, darling. I don’t want to walk up to the castle. Besides, I might not have a bed, but I have a room. There are some blankets, so I thought we could sleep on the floor like the old days,” she says.

Percy does not argue. Once they are upstairs, her curiosity finally gets the best of her. “Percy, did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Yes,” he answers. 

“Do you still think you’ll destroy me?”

“No, I don’t think I can because you were always stronger than me. You are stronger than me.”

She kisses him soundly on the mouth. It’s a messy kiss, wanting and hungry. He tastes like wine and smells of it too. She pulls him closer, and he returns her kiss with fervor and intensity.  His fingers slip beneath the hem of her blouse, brushing against the sensitive skin of her lower back. When she breaks the kiss, her breath is a little ragged. She pulls on his arm insistently. “Come on, let’s go test out the bedroom.”

Percy laughs, and it makes her heart glow. 

-

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