Perc'ahlia Week Day 6: Yours/Later
ahhhhh after this, only one day left of @percahliaweek!!! hope y'all are ready for this one: definitely rated e and not for everyone, if you catch my drift. also available on ao3!
Percy paces the long length of the chamber, back and forth, back and forth. He cleans the lenses of his glasses on the hem of his suit jacket, even though they've been spotless for minutes now. His speech has been circling through his mind since he finished writing it this morning, and now the cacophony of it in his ears makes him miss the approaching footsteps from behind. "You'll wear a whole through the floor, darling, and Whitestone's coffers will not fix a palace."
And just like that, the knots in his back loosen, and he turns to face his wife, who looks devastating in a figure-hugging dress with a high neckline. "I don't suppose you'd like to give the speech for me?"
Vex clucks her tongue impatiently, adjust the lapels of his suit jacket. "Now this is not the man I married. Where is the confidence of the Percy who shot off a teenager's fingers and told him his soul was forfeit?"
He pouts. "Well now you're just being cruel."
"And you're being ridiculous. It's the Council, Percy. You act like half of them aren't over for tea every other week."
"I've never had to make a proposal like this before."
"You're going to be fine. They already know you're a genius. Think of how much better Emon will be once the taller buildings have your lifts installed."
And even though he has undoubtedly done far greater and far more world-changing things in his time, he can't help but feel proud of his latest invention, a mechanical moving platform that can carry people and objects between the floors of buildings. "If they get installed."
"Percival, you weren't this nervous at our wedding! Either of them! Including the one I died in!" And he watches her eyes flick, a sure sign of danger if he knows one. "I know what will clear your mind."
He frowns. "And what might that—hello."
Because she's pushing him, sending him tripping backward as he tries to stay upright, until his back is against the wall of the guest chamber they've been given for their stay here in Emon. He's instantly flustered as she drapes her body along is, all liquid and smoke. Her lips trail up his neck, along his jawline, to whisper in his ear, "Sometimes, that big brain of yours needs to learn how to shut up."
And then she's on her knees.
Percy's head cracks back against the walls as slowly, agonizingly, she unbuttons his trousers, exposing him inch by inch. He can feel it, the surge of blood at what must be alarming speed far, far away from his brain. When she puts her mouth on him, it is teasing, just enough to make his hips jerk, not enough to satisfy the urge boiling up through his chest. Any thoughts of speeches or councils or lifts flutters out of his head like a leaf caught in a breeze; his entire world shrinks down to the size of her lips, which slowly, cruelly slide their way down the length of him.
"Oh gods," he groans, his forearm coming up to cover his face. It takes all of his strength not to cant his hips forward into her mouth and knock her backward, but she's tantalizing him, pulling back just as his breath begins to shorten and his stomach tighten.
"The gods have nothing to do with this," she murmurs, before trailing just the tip of her tongue up the underside of his cock. "No gods, no kings—just me."
"Just you," he pants desperately. The fingers of one hand curl into his hair as the other claw at the side of his thigh. "You're...everything."
She hollows her cheeks out, and his knees almost give out. She pulls off with a pop. "And who are you?" Her hand, fingers perfectly manicured but still callused from years on the bowstring, coax the answer out of him, up and down.
He can barely hear her over the blood rushing in his ears. "Yours. I'm yours."
"That's right."
And then she gets to work. His wife is known throughout all of Tal'dorei for her many exquisite talents, famed now more for her judgement and leadership than anything she ever did with a bow, but Percy can't help but pity all those who will never know how truly exceptional she is at sucking dick. Maybe it was all those years of using her silver tongue to haggle and bargain, because now, as it curls so sinfully around the head of his cock, he can't imagine not giving her everything her heart could ever desire. His fingers itch to weave into her hair, to urge her on, but far be it from him to lecture an expert in her craft—and besides, her hair looks exquisite, and she might just bite his dick off if he ruins it.
His entire body is throbbing, a hot rash of pleasure and want rippling through him like riptide, and all of his thoughts, his anxieties, his fears, his name, they've all been torn out to sea, and he is adrift. Behind his closed lids, phantom light dances as the siren he married lures him farther and farther from shore. It is no time at all before he is panting, gasping, sweating, and then the dancing light explodes, and he is spilling, keening, slumping against the wall, rent asunder and floating.
Vex'ahlia is, of course, a lady, and thus she does not let a single drop escape onto his trousers or her gorgeous dress. He is useless to help as she tucks him away and rebuttons his pants, and he certainly has nothing to give when she gives him the hardest, filthiest kiss he can imagine. When she's done debauching him, she brings her thumb up to wipe away her lipstick. "I think you ought to return the favor, darling."
Before he can say anything, there is a knock at the door. "Lord and Lady de Rolo? They're gathering in the Council chambers."
With a levity that, to Percy, borders on worrisome, Vex calls over her shoulder, "Thank you, dear, we'll be right down!" before turning her gaze back on him. "Later."
He nods fervently. "Later." Anything her heart could ever desire.
And then she's sauntering away, a satisfied swing to her hips, and Percy thoughts have been reduced to a low hum. Vaguely, he's aware that he's supposed to be giving a speech, well, now-ish, but as he stumbles forward after Vex, there is little space left in him for anything resembling anxiety. He shakes himself off and falls into an easy stride, a confident smile on his face. He's got this, because he's got her, and the last thing he's going to do is question the judgement of Lady Vex'ahlia de Rolo.
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Rin for the ask game
RIN ITOSHI
birthday: 09/09
☼ virgo
virgo's are often regarded as workaholics, which isn't always true, but rin definitely is
he may be a perfectionist or a hard-working individual due to his wish to surpass his brother, but that willpower and discipline is also innate in my (professional) opinion
virgo suns are also quite shy and immature virgos can be very self critical, even when complimented
virgo suns are also some of the sweetest and kindest ppl ever and i love them sm <3333
(if you're a virgo sun marry me)
i feel like he has the sun in the 8th house, making him someone who always strives for more, he's never satisfied and always has the urge to go farther and deeper into life
8th house suns are excessively attached to the past and to tradition which is true for rin
☾ aries
aries moons live in the moment and hate waiting for things to happen
aries moons also possess a lot of inner passion and fire which can overpower even the sun and rising sign
(although in this case his sun sign is just as passionate and intense)
aries moons are also very defensive, rin tends to flare up quite quickly and takes things very personally
aries moons also have this type of childlike innocence
at the end of the day, rin really is just a child who hasn't healed from his past
i'm a firm believer that rin has the moon in the 3rd house
he's prone to intellectualise his emotions instead of letting himself feel them, but when he does try to communicate he's excessively emotional
has a lot of excitable energy which makes him really good at sports (any competitive field really)
he is highly intelligent and observant, but is often misunderstood
↑ capricorn
capricorn risings are very serious people, even when joking
they're also quite image concious and worry about how people they look up to perceive them
capricorn risings (much like 8th house suns) adopt a strong sense of tradition, family, and responsibility
very very dependable
capricorn risings usually appear stoic and poised and won't often be found smiling or laughing (🙁)
however they are quick witted and bright
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