Just My Pride
Missing scene from TLOVM Ep4: After revealing the details of his family’s murder to the group while they’re under house arrest, Percy attempts to drown his trauma. Memories of Whitestone are hitting him hard. Vex’halia offers him some company.
***rises from the grave to throw some vox machina sickfic garbage at you*** I enjoyed the hell out of the show, and y’all know I never pass up an opportunity to whump an angsty white-haired anime boy :)
It’s nearly two in the morning, and Vex’halia has officially given up on any hope of sleep. Wraith possession is assuredly unpleasant, and the attack wore all of them out. But she’s too distracted to settle down. Wary, she supposes is more accurate. She can’t get Percy out of her head. More specifically, what Percy did.
She isn’t certain what to make of this new development. Especially after whatever had possessed him to very nearly murder an innocent, terrified boy. She could feel it, the moment that fucking mask slipped over his face. The anger, the hunger, and the desperation. All leeching from him in ebony tendrils stinking of an ancient, bitter hatred.
Not all his, of that she is certain. He didn’t feel like Percy in those brief, terrible moments. She can’t precisely explain it. Except that she knows, must believe, that he wasn’t all there.
Too anxious to lie still any longer, Vex pulls on her robe and slides out of bed, hissing as her bare feet make contact with the chilly stone. She wanders the hallway for a few minutes before heading to the kitchen. Perhaps a cup of tea will help to settle her.
She nearly retreats when she finds Percy hunched over the kitchen table. He hasn’t bothered to light a candle. He’s clutching a cloudy brown bottle, rolling it idly between his palms. He looks distressed, too wrapped up in his thoughts for her liking. He’s barely spoken two words to her since the incident with the Briarwoods.
But she’s not about to let him get away with his brooding. Inhaling a steadying breath, she gathers her robe tighter to her chest and steps deliberately inside the room.
She watches as he raises the bottle to his lips, taking a long, measured gulp. She quirks an eyebrow in surprise.
“May I join you?”
