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      It’s a BACK AND FORTH with the two of them. Almost like clockwork, one of them will wake up tossing and turning from a nightmare that haunts them. There’s many topics to choose from, and sometimes Percy is thankful it isn’t always the same thing tormenting him, but he wishes there’d be something he could do for Vex.

    She’s done nothing wrong, as opposed to him, and if anyone deserves these nightmares, it’s him. His fingers run through her hair softly as he pulls her just a little closer, pressing a KISS to her forehead. “Do you want me to light the fire? Get some warmth into the room?”

         “I’m NOT.” Vax tries his best to keep a cheery facade most of these days, and sometimes he believes it. He knows that he doesn’t have much time left, and he wants to make the best of it, but it’s hard when he looks at the faces of his friends, and his beloved sister, and sees their sadness.

         It fills him with dread, not about what’s to come, but with thoughts about what he’s leaving BEHIND.

         “I just...don’t want to see you sad, stubby.” He says, the hint of a smile on his face as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “We shouldn’t be wasting our time with that, so...I suppose I fight my battles alone where I don’t bother you with it.”

@dawnshe​ asked: “ things must be catastrophic if you’re calling me at this hour. ” dawnshe to percy? ( the AU? Mayhaps )

Percy clutches the phone tightly to his cheek, quite upset by the proceedings. Vax isn’t doing well--food poisoning most likely, but potentially something worse. “I thought you’d like to know that your beloved twin is dying in the bathroom right now,” he huffs into the receiver as he rushes to get some water for his friend. 

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“ what do you think? “  stalking past his sister’s bed, vax scowled as best he could with what was definitely going to be a black eye in the morning. falling face-first into his own bed was probably not the best plan either, as the young half-elf yelped in pain from landing on bruises hidden under his clothes. 

out of frustration — and a good deal of anger for the entire situation they were both in — he followed that up with a muffled scream before finally rolling onto his back and sitting up.  “ i tried to get that asshole who’s been putting shit in your braid to stop. it... didn’t go great. father’s probably hearing from that jerk’s parents now. “  and that would mean another lecture for vax, he already knew, scowling more.

not that he was ever going to apologize.  “ ... got a few good punches in though. “

He’d stepped inside, shedding his coat and placing it upon Trinket’s back as if he were some sort of walking coatrack. Better that then tossing it upon the floor to get dirtied immediately. Coming in from the cold, he wipes his foggy spectacles upon the sleeve of his shirt before looking towards Vex’ahlia, crossing the room to join her, a parcel in his arms.

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