Tarry finding out that Percy only recently titled Vex and just assuming because of that and well everything else that they intend to marry. Then out of the blue just asking the both of them or just Percy when the wedding will be.

vicious-rhythm:

bless u for giving me an excuse to write something like this and try out Tary’s voice ❤

If there is one thing Taryon’s upbringing has made sure he excels in, it is small talk. The art of polite conversation is essential to running a respectable household (even if the money upon which the household was built was perhaps not acquired in the most respectable way), and so Taryon prides himself on knowing the ins and outs of carrying a conversation. As a recently inducted member of Vox Machina, there are of course different rules, because Taryon (they call him Tary! like friends!) is of course more than a mere acquaintance. 

“It was a splendid ceremony,” Taryon says, in the midst of a discussion regarding Antl- ah, Keyleth’s ara-whats-it with her Ashari people. “Will there be a similar one for Lady Vex with you?”

Percy pauses in his work, if only for a brief moment, and lets slip a wry grin. It’s familiar in that Percy tends to wear it when talking or thinking of Vex, and really Taryon should have realized they were infatuated with each other, but well. They couldn’t have hidden it from him for long, obviously, despite being private people. 

“It was a matter of paperwork for Vex, actually,” Percy says, getting back into the motions of tinkering with something that could doubtless be improved with a bit of alchemical tweaking, but Percy is touchy about such things. “The, ahm, ‘ceremony’ is a bit further down the road and will involve far fewer speeches, though hopefully everyone will be willing to attend anyway.”

Let it not be said Taryon cannot pick up on a hint when it’s so badly hidden. And clearly Percy wants someone to pry and ask, or he wouldn’t be so cagey in the answer to a simple question.

“You have something special planned for the wedding then?”

Percy slips and nearly takes off a finger, sticking the bleeding appendage into his mouth instantly with a pained groan.

“For the what?” he demands, strangled and muffled around his finger in his mouth.

“The wedding, of course!” Taryon laughs at the absurd overreaction. Really, he can’t think Taryon is so unversed in the ways of the world or think so little of Percival as to believe he’d tease a woman so badly by elevating his lover to a marriageable station and then not getting hitched. “You obviously have something unique in mind, what with that peculiar answer. Tell me all about it!”

Percy is silent for a handful of seconds, crosses the room for a bandage to wrap his bleeding finger in, and comes back looking much more at ease.

“How about I tell you about the Grey Hunt instead?” he says finally. “Vex might be upset if I were talking about plans without her.”

“If you insist,” Taryon allows. If he’s being entirely honest, Vex makes him increasingly nervous and he’d rather not get on her bad side. “Tell me about this Grey Hunt then, it sounds fascinating!”