"It’s your birthday, silly!" Vax chuckled, arranging Percy’s droopy glasses "Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about it?” "Alright, that doesn’t sound ominous at all…" He drawled, raising a suspicious eyebrow No worries" Vex said, appearing behind Vax’ildan’s back providing she can be just as sneaky as him "At least, no official ones…" Have I missed any arrangements for today?" Percy asked, deciding to leave his work for today and straightening his clothes
"Sorry Snowy, but it was the only way I could get your attention" He apologized, sounding genuine despite the smugness of his smile “Vax! Fuck’s sake, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" He scolded, looking accusingly at his brother who smirked as he leaned against the door’s frame "Well, you’re oddly cheerful this morning" A teasing voice said, and Percy’s happy bubble was unceremoniously bursted as he flinched and almost fell off his chair He ignored his blue print for them moment and started to doodle a small sketch of a younger him smiling brightly, holding hands with sketch figures of his siblings and then the rest of Vox Machina and even his other biological family members As he continued humming along, his fingers started to wander off He could slightly hear Keyleth growing their newest crops, and he spared a moment to quickly wave at her which she responded backĪs his new metallic fingers from his prothesis/backup weapon which he jokingly decided to name Diplomacy held his pencil and he continued to sketch around freely against the previously blank paper, he relaxed his head against his flesh and bone hand with a small smile creeping his faceĮventually, Percy found himself humming a cheery tune that he recognized as an old Byroden folk song that Vex once taught him and that she said their mother used to sing to them occasionally. The window was opened, letting sunlight go through and Percy could smell the humid dirt from the rain of a few days ago, which he found strangely pleasant. And although he was slightly disappointed over losing his original one, knowing how much his siblings had to sacrifice to make his selfish desire a reality, he was honestly quite happy to go back to his drawing board with a much clearer consciousness Now though? Things were different, as he was creating a brand new pepperbox by himself and for himself, no revenge or smoke demons attached. Now Percy knew it was Orthax’s influence that was plaguing his thoughts and making him act out of character, but his obsession for his revenge and his own sense of failure made him unable to see it It wasn’t until he unexpectedly snapped at Vax’ildan from believing he should keep his nose out of his own business and the subsequent heartbreak in his eyes that he finally understood, and he had never felt so guilty in his life And he was so into it that he didn’t saw how it worried Vex’ahlia for his health, especially when he would occasionally come out with bruises from failed prototypes It was the only thing Percy could think of, so much so that he sacrificed meals and sleeping schedules just to get it done.
Percy looked at his latest sketch for his newest pepperbox gun, an odd sense of genuine pride bubbling on his chestīefore whenever he was down his workshop perfecting and creating new weapons of mass destruction, only one thing could circle his mind: Getting his sweet revenge against those who murdered his family
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