Hi yes I get the sense you want to talk perc’ahlia? I’ve had them dancing on the brain for the past 24 hours. In their room at two in the morning, her head on his shoulder, half dressed. At some formal function starting the ceremony sweeping around the room and captivating everyone there. And also! We know Vex loves fancy dresses and that Percy loves seeing her dressed up!

notaficwriter:

so, i really, really liked this ask, and ended up kinda writing a short thing inspired by it, i’m probably going to throw it up on ao3 in a bit if i’m still somewhat confident about it (edit: right here). i don’t know if it’s any good, especially since i’m more than a little sleep right now and haven’t really edited it at all, but here it is:

“You know,” Percy says, his tone meandering– bordering on wistful, even, “I think I would’ve asked you to dance, that time in Westruun.”

Rather than doing what he’d hoped and be make playfully nostalgic by his reminder of a time bygone, Vex throws back her head and laughs loudly, as though they weren’t under the gaze of scores of attendees, all keeping a close eye on them, circling their way across the ballroom floor. “I knew you were looking at me, then!”

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