#[priscilla x fergus]

[disharmonicpaths]

@sierrashouseofhorrors

Through the scope of their toxic one sided relationship, he didn’t even know why he invited her along and for the life of him he didn’t understand why she had agreed. Perhaps it was the addiction to vampire blood she tried to hide from him on multiple occasions. Why didn’t she get that he made it his personal mission to stalk her? To know all the sordid details of her life, and no matter the worse things he found – he didn’t leave her be. In Fergus’s mind she was just as fucked up as he was. The only difference is he had to release that energy somewhere in the guise of hunting supernatural, and Percy? Well he wasn’t sure she released it at all.

Vegas. A place he never thought he’d see again when he got caught up in the web of magical hell that was Ashbourne. However, they had arrived a few nights before and everything was normal between them. They hooked up, they fought, they separated, and they awoke up the next day in the other’s bed at the hotel. The nest of vampires had been harder to find than he had originally anticipated. Fergus not only had to keep a clover eye on Percy, but found all the clues leading to dead ends.

This brings us to last night when he had finally decided to unravel with Percy at the hotel. Enjoy the Vegas scene, with lights and clubs. Dancing and gambling, but as he awoke the next morning the pain pounded between his eyes. Because after around the seventh venue his memory had slipped, and he didn’t recall anything after. He knew Percy was a soft sleeper so he tried to maneuver slowly and quietly. Until something lacy attacked his face and he coughed out a white veil from his mouth.

What the bloody hell?

They had been merely role playing that’s all. Fergus blinked his eyes open to concentrate on the back of Percy’s head and the veil that attacked him. The small detail bothered him and made him retract his arm that had been curled around her waist.  His fingers touched against her flesh but there was something different on his hand. He pulled his hand from the covers and stared wide-eyed at the flimsy aluminum ring around a finger it shouldn’t be on.

Nope, no. This was treading down a dangerous path. Maybe he was still partially drunk, and so he carefully climbed out of bed. His panic only escalated when his eyes glued down on a coupon. Fergus leaned down to retrieve the paper that was partly ripped. No doubt something he had flung haphazardly out of his pocket before they hit the bed.

Fergus jumped when he heard the bed squeak and turned to face Percy wide-eyed. “Do..Did we? Fook sake. Did we put a fookin’ ring on this? What the bloody hell happened last night?” He heard his voice raising even though he wasn’t really angry, just freaking out about his waking conditions. All the fooking veil’s fault. 

[disharmonicpaths]

Percy was already ready to call it quits with this asshole, if she was being completely honest. At least, that’s what she was thoroughly convinced and ready to tell herself, but when had she ever honestly been ready to quit Fergus completely. Sure, she was willing to mouth off and tell him to go fuck himself, but that hadn’t exactly stopped her from coming back. And besides all of that, this was a pretty useful skill to know, especially in a place like Ashbourne. She didn’t respond to his comment about her clothing, it was none of his concern what she decided to wear, and she didn’t expect shooting to be an extremely arduous task, besides.

Watching him set up had her stomach doing a strange flip, nerves settling impatiently there, waiting for something dreadful to happen, for something to take a turn. Perhaps she was waiting for her own face to become a target of that pistol that he loaded and walked over to her, and she sucked in a quick breath when it was handed to her, presented as if this was a completely normal thing and everything was completely fine.

She took the thing carefully, hand pointedly avoiding the trigger for a moment as she got used to the weight of the thing in her hand, testing it for a moment before she glanced over her shoulder at him. She wanted to point out that his cliched technique of positioning her from behind was a little much, but her nerves were still pretty shot about the whole thing, and he was already guiding her arms into the correct position. She felt her weight shift from foot to foot as she took aim with the thing and tried to line it up to that target perfectly, but the distraction of the weight of the thing, mixed with the distraction of Fergus using this opportunity to murmur in her ear, was enough to make a shiver shoot up her spine, to make her hand shake.

She forced her eyes closed for a moment, pulled in and then slowly let out a breath, lining the thing up as best she could, finger wrapping around that trigger without squeezing. Breath in, out, and then she squeezed, felt the recoil as it jerked her back a bit into the body of the man, and watched the bullet hit the bark of the tree several inches above the target. It was a jolt, surprising and uncomfortable, but that knot in her stomach loosened once the first shot had fired off. “Right, are you done man-handling me?” She finally managed in a shaky voice, using her elbow to nudge him back a bit. “This isn’t a gropefest, Fergus.”

Fergus convinced himself that she had all the ample time needed to leave him. Even when she took possession of the gun from him, it was a wide open forest for her to desert him. Whether she meant to or not it finalized in his mind that she wanted to be there with him. His mind could even delusionalize that she didn’t want to leave him. Priscilla was his girl, even though she may never admin to such a thing. In his brain until there was a bullet lodged into it, it’s what his obsessed self would think.

Fergus didn’t comment that he could almost feel the jitters that shook her nerves in waves. It’s how a civilian felt when they held the power in their hands for the first time. The inexperience game off her in waves. From how she dressed to practice shooting to how she held the gun. He could tell she had never been this vulnerable around him, with her knowing he was there. 

He would deny that he had seen her like this other times. Instead he was prepared for the recoil as his hands hold her hips planted into her spot. “Not bad for ye first shot.” Fergus muttered as he stared from behind her towards the tree.  At least he knew she wouldn’t be able to shoot him in the head the first try she got. 

By now he was used to her defenses. It was part of her allure, part of the challenge. He stepped in front of her and placed his hand a few inches above hers. Just in case she fired a shot it would hit his hand if anything. Fergus’s face was surprisingly serious as he lowered himself down to her eyelevel. Christ. He had forgotten how fookin’ short she was.

“I am tryin’ ta help ye, Perc.” The tone murmured as he rolled his eyes up towards the sky. “If ye would like ta grope me I would nay complain.” The seriousness dissolved with a flirtatious wink towards her. Even in this scenario he couldn’t help but to press her buttons. “But seriously how do ye feel? Do ye want ta try up closer to ta target?”  He had all but moved his face closer to hers. Words were wrapped in a whisper as he glanced around them to make sure the gunshot hadn’t brought any unwelcomed company. 

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