#percy 1

The momentum that had taken Gawain into the house seemed to slow somewhere in the sitting room. Everywhere he looked, he thought, was it here? Was it here? He knew it must be agony for Clem and Percy, knowing exactly what had happened and where it had happened. But not knowing was not painless; it sent his imagination into overdrive. 

He drifted to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee, the movements automatic and thoughtless. He stepped out to find his twin in the hallway, nearly spilling his coffee in surprise. Gawain muttered a curse and cleaned it with a spell. It felt stupid, now, to have made himself a drink — a vestigial choice from a past life. Looking at it turned his stomach. He wanted to spell it over to the sink, or to go there and throw it out, but once more he felt rooted to the spot. He hadn’t been able to say the right thing to Clem, and he geared himself up for a pale shadow of a conversation once more. What came out instead was, “I’m sorry.” It was barely a mumble, and he felt even worse for having said it.

I'll be home for Christmas You can plan on me Please have snow and mistletoe

Christmas Eve will find me Where the love light gleams I'll be home for Christmas

Putting up with that irksome Archon’s granddaughter was worth it for that reason alone. 

But it would seem that the little savage was not the only child Livia was going to encounter in this strange realm. No, there was someone else, who appeared to also be quite young-not a child, per se, but not an adult either-who was just casually walking about, near the strange not-ocean. And, as she focused in on him, she was confused. 

He was not of any race she knew. His physical shape was akin to that of a Hyur (like many of this bizarre realm’s residents), but her third eye screamed at her that there was something... more to him. Instinctively, Livia put herself on a higher level of alert. He didn’t appear to be armed, and she sincerely doubted he could be an actual threat to her, but she was not so arrogant and foolish as to believe that he was completely helpless.

...She also remembered that her Lord Gaius wanted her to be nicer to the people of this realm. She also remembered that the XIVth Legion did not exist here. Garlemald as a whole did not exist here, and neither did the Eorzean Alliance. It was highly unlikely that this brat had a clue who she was.

What did she have to lose? What better thing did she have to do at the moment?

“You.” She called to him. “What is your name?” It might have been a hint forced, but Livia was trying. For her Lord’s sake.