[ being a knight wasn't always a simple and straightforward endeavor. it was natural it was a path full of trials and tribulations. there were always attempts at people's lives. their kingdoms constantly in some sort of peril— whether seen on the surface or not.
this isn't the first time something of this sort had happened. hearing his companions fall to a dark situation— being held captive or otherwise. it never gets easier and vane can never really tear himself from the idea that he wasn't there for them when it may have been most dire and crucial. even now, that sense of responsibility hasn't left him completely.
but, it's an irrefutable fact that percy was standing in front of him presently. it's a weird feeling, and though it's been the span of a couple of days, it almost feels like he's never felt percival was so distant. even when traveling their separate paths, he's never felt this level of divide, and he isn't sure if it comes from his own perception of everything— his emotions muddled with relief, displeasure of the events, anger that it happened, etc. though of course, he knows which one weighs the most and it become increasingly obvious as he instantly seizes percival's shoulders. as always it's impulse that drives him and so...
he shakes him a few times. ] Percival! [ it's probably one of the few times he uses his actual given name (especially, not when speaking to someone else), but it's almost like he isn't sure if it is him. or maybe he feels as if this is some sort of test and if he doesn't get it right the first time ...
well, maybe it's simply because he feels it's right. whatever it is, the name slips off his tongue easily enough. ]
love me
this isn't the first time something of this sort had happened. hearing his companions fall to a dark situation— being held captive or otherwise. it never gets easier and vane can never really tear himself from the idea that he wasn't there for them when it may have been most dire and crucial. even now, that sense of responsibility hasn't left him completely.
but, it's an irrefutable fact that percy was standing in front of him presently. it's a weird feeling, and though it's been the span of a couple of days, it almost feels like he's never felt percival was so distant. even when traveling their separate paths, he's never felt this level of divide, and he isn't sure if it comes from his own perception of everything— his emotions muddled with relief, displeasure of the events, anger that it happened, etc. though of course, he knows which one weighs the most and it become increasingly obvious as he instantly seizes percival's shoulders. as always it's impulse that drives him and so...
he shakes him a few times. ] Percival! [ it's probably one of the few times he uses his actual given name (especially, not when speaking to someone else), but it's almost like he isn't sure if it is him. or maybe he feels as if this is some sort of test and if he doesn't get it right the first time ...
well, maybe it's simply because he feels it's right. whatever it is, the name slips off his tongue easily enough. ]