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[whtestne]

@tempestvoice : STARTER CALL

IT'S A LATE NIGHT in Whitestone Castle, and Percival is curled up beside Keyleth, deep in the library — next to the largest fireplace in the very back. He'd abandoned the book he was reading, had been gazing into the flames for some time now, before finally breaking the calm silence between the two of them.

" I miss the adventures. " It feels a bit silly to say, after all these years.

He uncurls ever so slightly, leaning against Keyleth and tilting his head back to peer at her through his glasses. " Everyone I've ever loved is within these walls, and yet... " He sighs. " There's something about being on the road with you all that just felt... right. And now we're all... settled down, and living the life we've craved for years, and after everything we've done to get to this point, I want to go back. "

He chuckles, a bit bitterly. " Things are... safer, now. I don't know why I'm complaining. "

[whtestne]

@divineshe : STARTER CALL

THINGS ARE NEVER quiet for long in Whitestone, let alone in Percival's life. He shudders, sulking outside Pike's door, waiting for her to finish speaking with... whoever she's speaking with. He coughs into one fist, a bit of pitch black smoke spewing into it. With Orthax gone, he'd thought things would get better, but the scars still remained — were worsening, even.

As the door opens and one of the castle's staff members steps out, Percy pokes his head into the room. " Pike? Could I speak to you for a moment? "

A thin line of darkness, ever so faint, trails from the corner of his mouth as he moves forward to step into the doorway.