percy has seen enough in combat that he would have thought his stomach were cast iron at this point. but to see first vax and then vex torn to shreds by their opponent is something that he hadn't anticipated. there is no pike, no hope of a prayer, no diamonds, no temples. it's just... gore spread on the arena and sweat pooling in his palms and rage compounding in his heart layer after layer to the point where he's not sure where the grief begins and the hunger for something desperately violent ends. to be truthful, percy is very certain it won't end. not when he observes the rest of the arena matches, not when he see the familiar sway of her braid or the faint streak of color from the feathers in her hair.
he knows better than to approach from behind, or to grab before warning, but it's impatience (and anger, and the feeling of loss overwhelming him that has him moving up quickly beside her in the circulating crowds of people, donning the COST uniform (as close to mourning colors as one might get.)
what up
percy has seen enough in combat that he would have thought his stomach were cast iron at this point. but to see first vax and then vex torn to shreds by their opponent is something that he hadn't anticipated. there is no pike, no hope of a prayer, no diamonds, no temples. it's just... gore spread on the arena and sweat pooling in his palms and rage compounding in his heart layer after layer to the point where he's not sure where the grief begins and the hunger for something desperately violent ends. to be truthful, percy is very certain it won't end. not when he observes the rest of the arena matches, not when he see the familiar sway of her braid or the faint streak of color from the feathers in her hair.
he knows better than to approach from behind, or to grab before warning, but it's impatience (and anger, and the feeling of loss overwhelming him that has him moving up quickly beside her in the circulating crowds of people, donning the COST uniform (as close to mourning colors as one might get.)
his hand finds her firmly. ]
You've returned.
[ a squeeze. he doesn't shake.
shaking's for wusses!!! ]