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Compliment (Peter/Percival drabble)

Summary : Peter loves receiving feedbacks and compliments, especially if it comes from someone who he tries to impress; that certain gentleman who Peter often invites to see him during rehearsals or practicing hours.

"Have you ever heard this one?"

"I have," Percival replied. "Though I have to admit that I'm not familiar with classical music, I've heard it a few times before. Especially the beginning."

"Oh, you mean this part?" Peter said, then played the first few notes of the piece.

"Yes, that's it."

"Do you like how I play it?"

Percival hummed to himself before answering back with a genuine smile.

"I love the way you interpret it too. You were really gentle. I think that's the most gentle version I've ever listened to."

Peter's heart swelled with delight. He felt as if his whole world had brightened up when he heard Percival's comments.

"Would you like to listen to it again?"

"Aren't you tired?"

"I have to practice this piece anyway, so why not?"

Percival didn't object. He leaned back into the chair, both hands cupping a mug of warm tea on his lap.

"Whoever lives with you must be so lucky." Percival glanced at the piano, then Peter. "Must feel like heaven, to be able to hear this everyday."

Peter was tempted to respond to that remark, but this was already a heaven to him. This was enough.

Besides, he was afraid that his response might ruin this moment they were having.

So he kept himself silent, and let the sound of music bury his unspoken wish back inside the deepest part of his mind.

"You could be that lucky person, you know?"

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The second round of practice was done.

Peter looked up and turned to the chair, now empty. In fact, it had always been empty since–

No

Peter halted his thoughts from reaching the reason why the usual spot was left unoccupied.

It was awfully quiet today.

No audiences, no applauses, no praises. The moment Peter stopped, the room suddenly fell silent, no more compliments afterwards.

"I'm sure you like this, don't you?"

No responses.

So Peter began playing for the third, forth, fifth or more times, while he let his mind fabricate all the possible comments he could get if he was here.

"You did well, Peter."

"I love you."

"Still as gentle as ever."

"I really love you."

"I like how you play it."

"I love you too, Peter."

Even if he had to keep practicing until his wrist hurt, or all of his fingers trembled from soreness, Peter would be more than willing to do so.

He would do everything to hear those compliments, or Percival's compliments, or just his voice again.

He would do everything, just to have those moments back.

Just to have Percival back.

[theeliampayne]

When you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers!

[kosmogrl]

the scary part about getting better is that there's this constant fear that things will go back to what they once were

[tactfullyinappropriate]

It's like we all collectively forgot as a society that friendship and just connection in general takes effort. Even if you meet someone you immediately click with, it takes hanging out about 20 times (!) to become friends. And guess what, some of those 20 meetings might be awkward or unimpressive.

We all want to reap the benefits (having a friend circle, having a partner, getting married) without doing the work (going to events, interacting with people, learning to handle conflict maturely, dating). Myself included. If I could, I'd never leave the house or go on another mediocre date again... except, that's part of the process.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, the cure to the loneliness epidemic is touching some grass and building tolerance for tedious in-person interactions.

[phantomrose96]

I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.

[hansoeii]

crowley

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

I just wanted to draw my pink ghostface again

[camberdraws]

I am once again drawing the sinnoh starters

[communistcephalopod]

hypothesis: vampires are magically vulnerable to light originating from the sun

observation: moonlight has no effect on vampires, despite being a reflection of the sun

conclusion: this aversion is not a result of light or its origin, but some property of sunlight only present in direct contact

hypothesis: vampires are extremely sensitive to uv radiation

[chappellrroan]

people who are complaining about chappell setting boundaries and asking for privacy with "she's not ready to be a pop girlie yet" make me so mad. why does she have to tolerate harrasment and stalking to be a pop girlie? why is your definition for a pop girlie of someone whose private life is all out in open for you to dissect? why should you have access to her family? why should she be someone who has to nod, smile and say yes to whatever you want fuck off maybe

[serial-unaliver]

I think skinny people who have never been fat should shut up about who gets body shamed more permanently

[punkitt-is-here]

[solroskajan]

:D