percιval oғ voх мacнιna (pepperbox) wrote in wtnvic, @ 2018-08-06 18:45:00 |
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Percy had never expected to find contentment in his life. He had set off on a path of revenge after the murders of his family that he had fully expected to consume him. Even before he had been aware of the vengeance demon that had taken hold of him, he hadn't expected to survive his quest to destroy the Briarwoods and their ilk. His plan had been to kill those who had taken his family from him and then die and ignoble death. His anger and his pain had been all he'd had, his quest for vengeance the only part of his life worth anything. He had lost everything important and he had never expected that to change. And then, slowly but surely, he had gained a purpose. Friends. Family. Love. A home. All the things he had thought lost to him forever had returned to him. Vox Machina had given him so much, and often he thought that what he gave them in return was poor repayment of the gifts he'd received. On his worst days, when his mind was at his darkest, he was still sure he didn't deserve them. He had done awful things in his life and he couldn't possibly deserve any of this goodness. But he found that those days came fewer and it was easier to embrace the quiet life that had come in the wake of battles with dragons and gods and his own past. Now, in this strange new place, with his wife and two of his closest friends, practically family really, one of whom he had thought lost forever, he was happier than he could remember being in some time. He missed Whitestone and Cassandra, but this was good. This was better than he had ever hoped for. He glanced over at Vex, who was fussing over Trinket, and smiled to himself, setting aside sketches of ideas for inventions and making his way over to her. "I love you," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her hair. Yes, he was very happy. |