he’s been in the same spot for almost thirty minutes, unmoving. with his daughter so delicately settled in his arms, he’s been studying every trace of her. one of his fingers delicately smooths over the tip of her ear, as she sleeps peacefully. not as rounded as his own but also not as pointed as vex’s. and of course she’s got a few features that just screams de rolo. he plans to memorize them all.  “ hm? ”  he glances up at the sound of his name, though it’s been said almost three times now.

           “ she’s so small. ”  the words come out in the softest of whispers. as if percy’s afraid that if he goes any louder, he’ll scare the small child he’s looking down upon.  “ so frail. ”  he offers his finger which she can hardly get her whole hand around. his face beams.  “ i love her. ”