notaficwriter:

relationship: percival de rolo III/vex'ahlia

rating:teen

summary: anger can only keep you moving for so long before it becomes self-destructive, and vex is not exempt from burn out.

(aka, aka vex has a migraine in the plane of pandemonium and stabs percy, but only, like, a little bit.)

spoilers for the end of campaign 1 and the search for grog.

notes: thank you from the warmest pit of my heart to @vohalikaand@ladyofrosefire for both being incredible beta readers, and for keeping me motivated and offering plenty of ideas whenever i got stuck writing this. y’all are the sweetest people ever.

The thing is, at the moment, Vex doesn’t even feel especially angry.

Putting the sharp end of her hunting knife through the eye of a howler, she’s aware of the fact that she’s seething with anger, that every inch of her skin feels like staring at the sun for too long, but she’s conscious of it from a safe distance. Mainly, there’s only sensory details. There’s the wet feeling of gore dripping from her hand, as the creature jolts to a halt mid-lunge, the long line of bite marks climbing up both her forearms, humming more so than aching, and the irritating vibration of a pulse in her eardrum, at a remove.

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utterly incapable of silence

Dragons.

Four massive ancient dragons.

Percy was still reeling as he slumped onto a bench in the Whitestone town square. There had been so little time to process everything before they’d been teleported out of the palace and then Keyleth was urging them forward through the tree at their keep, and then they were telling Cassandra and Yennen what happened and coming up with plans of action, and Allura and Kima were trying to contact someone, and Gilmore was on bedrest, and Keyleth was trying to talk to the Sun Tree for some reason, and—well.

There was nothing to do for the moment but to recuperate and plan. He hated the stillness.

He could barely remember the conversation he’d had with Cass an hour ago, when they’d arrived in the city looking distinctly bedraggled, but he was certainly proud of her. She was really keeping things running smoothly, even in the midst of their chaos, and if what he’d been told about the new Chamber of Whitestone was true, she was already making changes for the better.

A gentle breeze passed, and a little gold-green leaf broke off the Sun Tree and fluttered in the air. Percy wasn’t usually much for admiring nature, but such a little thing that meant so much for his city—he felt strangely calmed, for the moment.

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heavenlyres:

This man can’t be fixed. I can fuck him though. Maybe that will calm him down.