YOU WERE ALWAYS BROKEN, PERCIVAL.

who needs a fuckin cleric anymore amiright

icb u brought percy back from the dead singlehandly 

i’m not even gonna lie i saw u across one of my other dashes the other day and i was like ‘oh damn i gotta catch up on cr’ and here i am

nvm! plans changed! i’m deleting forever to keep away from tess

         “ hardly. ”  he laughs while taking a step back and examining teddy.  “ but am i ever ready? ”  it’s more so a question that needs to go unanswered. rhetorical. a joke. percy isn’t good at these things. he isn’t good at keeping up with the whole appearances thing when it comes to carrying the weight of his family’s name and wealth. but he’ll try. after all, he’s created something that will breathe life back into the de rolo name. perhaps percy has been spending far too much of his time cooped up indoors with teddy. maybe he’s forgotten how to speak to people who don’t have automated responses. maybe that worries him just a tad bit.  “ but, i’ll it’s always fun making it up as i go. that’s what i always find myself doing, after all. ”

       “ hm, no, no, no. this won’t do. ”  he’s spent most of the night picking at the littlest things on teddy.  “ we’ve got an important event tonight, you can’t go out like this. ”  it’s a bit... disconcerting the way percival has clung to his creation. he dots and worries over teddy as if he’s a child and not some machine made to look like a grown man. now he’s just fine tuning some of the simpler details. this piece of hair needs to be pulled back just so, the collar of this shirt needs to settle like this, and so forth.  “ yes, i think that’s it. how do you feel? ” 

        “ brings back memories, doesn’t it? ”  percival, chained up and lonely in a jail cell. almost makes him reminiscent of the good ol’ days. he tries to laugh away his despair and his hatred for letting himself get this terrible. they all tell him it isn’t his fault. it’s all orthax. but who brought orthax into this mix to begin with?  “ i’m afraid i have no coin to give you this time, however. ”

     percival never told prompto much about orthax. he never liked speaking of him, but there came a time where he gave the other gunslinger a fair enough warning not to play with forces he knew nothing of. after all, he’d practically taken on the role of mentor for prompto at this point, he’d like to think. however now, percival is suffering for his past choices. they have him chained up in a damp and dark cell beneath whitestone. there is no access to the outside world -- no windows and no source of sound -- and he is hardly ever allowed visitors, so prompto’s face is quite the surprise.  “ they shouldn’t have let you down here. ”

         “ why are you looking at me like that? ”  he catches vax’s gaze and sneers at the look on the rogue’s face. he feels like he’s being judged. he doesn’t like it.  “ i smacked a cup away, it’s not like i killed someone. ”

hey uh, go ahead and like this for a possessed percy starter 

who are you?