Daily mercy quotes

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“It’s even lovelier than before, because even more enchanting than the music is the way Percy looks when he’s playing. His eyes are closed, a soft smile on his face as he sways gently with the movement of his bow. If it feels his music had originally been meant for me, to draw me here, now it seems made for me, reaching into my soul and smoothing some of the jagged edges that never seem to stop digging into me. There’s so much care and gentleness woven into every note — and even though Percy couldn’t possibly know, it’s as though he’s taken every bad thing and made it better, if only in this moment.”

“The first thing that I knew was your touch. It was when you first began to sculpt, giving me shape and form. I had no eyes with which to see you nor ears with which to listen to you. But I knew your hands, steady and gentle and warm. I knew the care with which you created me.”

“I put my heart and soul into the music, every memory I’ve got with Monty, everything he means to me—endless summers spent caught up in our imaginations, all the trouble we got into, every fight we’ve ever fought and surrendered in favor of our friendship. The color of his laugh, the spark in his eyes, how that spark dulled when he’d come bearing a new bruise or scrape. No. No more of that. I won’t let it. I pour everything into the music—the sadness, the frustration, the helplessness—but also all the joy he’s brought me, all the times he made me laugh, the tightness of his hugs, the unconditional love.”

“I don’t want to burden him with this. I’d just drag him down to break with me. Or he’d try to put me back together and that almost scares me more than the breaking itself. I’m used to broken. What I’m not used to is the idea of being valuable enough to care enough to fix.”

“I come this close to apologizing, to making promises that I can’t keep, to bargaining for Monty’s life. But I can’t. I can’t find it in myself to apologize. Because I don’t feel any remorse for loving Monty, even after the strife that it has caused. I wouldn’t know what it’s like not to love him—what with his constant presence in my life and the way my love for him has consumed me over the years—and my deepest hope is to never find out.”

“When his days got lonely and inspiration wasn’t coming to him, Monty would sketch. Somehow, he always ended up drawing Percy. Never fully, he couldn’t allow himself to recall him in full. The curve of his lip, the tilt of his brows. The way his arms flexed when he lifted anything, the way his fingers set when he played the violin.”

“Do you think that would work? As in… would the bond let us?

““Sorry,” I say. “But I still owed you a hug, darling.”

"“You’re not a black hole… You’re the entire damn spectrum of colour Monty. I love you too,” Percy whispered fiercely.

“If I have—or ever had—a home, it’s Percy. It’s the way that his smile always puts me at ease and his touches anchor me to the ground. When I can’t even stand the sight of myself, I still want to see Percy.”

“Percy Newton. Ex-best friend and Ex-boyfriend all in one. Ex-Future, now in the past. A name he hadn’t let himself speak in a very long time."

"Oh darling, I think, I would break you.

““Tell me it again.”

““You’re not straight?”

“God, Percy remembers last year’s pride. He remembers Monty, a bi flag draped around his shoulders, leaning in to tuck a little rainbow flag on a stick into Percy’s bun. He remembers jumping up and down to stupid top-forty songs, and the walk home, when both he and Monty were giggling and high off of the feeling of so much love in one place. But mostly, he remembers the skip of his heartbeat when Monty flung his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was only to avoid some creep, but for half a beat Percy hadn’t known that, and he’s been chasing that kind of joy ever since.”

““I just want everyone to be happy, Perce.”