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[whitestonelives]

percy speaking. if you're hearing this, i'm unavailable at the moment. leave a message and perhaps i'll get around to answering, unless you're janet, in which case, no, leave me alone.

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action ─ late jan, roughly 2am at night.

[faenthras]

[ Vex'ahlia wakes with a name on her lips (Vesper), eyes wide and mouth partly agape as her head spins. for the last week she'd be having dreams; a broken collection of images, of faces and places, of massive battles and quiet moments. for the last week she's been seeing the same girl in her dreams; white hair, dark eyes, sharp features and even sharper wit─ a girl that made her heart ache each and every time Vex saw her in her dreams.

and now, now she finally has a name. Vesper. daughter to the Lord and Lady of Whitestone. ]

Percy...

[ rolling over she gently shakes Percy's shoulder, anxiety clawing its way up her throat. ] Percy, darling, I'm sorry to wake you up but... [ they had children, in their past life, and she feels like the thought alone might just suffocate her. ]

[whitestonelives]

[Percy hasn't had those dreams, mostly because his dreams tend to run towards figuring out some new gadget or trinket he's been working on for a bit. Some nights he dreams of Whitestone, of indistinct figures, a small girl with red horns holding his hand, but the details always vanish into smoke when he wakes up.

He went to sleep three hours ago, coaxed out of his workshop and into bed. He makes a soft little noise now as Vex shakes him awake and blinks blearily at her, then yawns.

He's got work in four hours. He should be sleeping by now, but the look on Vex's face wipes away all trace of sleep. All right—he'll just call in.]

Don't apologize. Whatever it is that's woken you, tell me.

[faenthras]

[ her stomach twits as he stirs, guilt mixing with her rising anxiety. she shouldn't have woken him, should've gotten up instead and maybe gone for a walk until her heart stopped hammering in her chest and her throat stopped threatening to close up. her stealth skills are on par with Vax's these days, if shouldn't be difficult to just... slip on out of their bed without waking him.

she almost, almost, tells him not to worry to go back to sleep but the words die on her lips before they even have a chance to be spoken. instead Vex'ahlia shifts closer and buries her face against his neck, taking a long breath in. ]

Haha, dreams. [ Vex wraps her arms around him, exhaling slowly. ] All sorts of dreams.

[whitestonelives]

[He just tugs her in with a hum. Zodiac can go hang. He'll just call in and sleep the rest of the day. Right now Vex is clearly in pain and needs to be held, and he's here, he has arms, he can hold her. So he does.]

Any specific dreams? You sounded rather worried.

[Is it Vax? Is it one of the others? Is it her friend and sworn brother Ace? They know a lot of people, there's a lot to worry about in a city like this, so close to the Spirit Vein.]

[faenthras]

[ where does she begin, really? things keep coming to her in a kaleidoscope of images she can't make heads or tails of. most of the time she wakes without fully remembering what she dreamt of, other times she wakes with her heart in her throat and a cry on her lips. this time? she can't decide if it is a blessing or a curse these fragmented memories remained. ]

I... gods, I don't know what to make of it. [ just say it, rip it off like a bandaid. ] Our past, back in Whitestone. We had a daughter, Vesper.

[whitestonelives]

[Vesper, she says, and he remembers—not just his sister, calm and ladylike Vesper de Rolo meant to step into an advisory position, but his daughter: little Vesper, grinning brightly up at him and missing one tooth. He'd made her a pop gun.

Children. Children. He says:]

I—She had white hair, yes? Or brown, I think she might've dyed it at some point. [He's not calm. He feels—strange, feels doubled, somehow: here's Percy de Rolo of Whitestone, who lived a full life and loved his family so well he would defend them with his very life, and here's Percy de Rolo of Kaisou, who's in his twenties and still needs an alarm clock to remind him when it's time to stop working.

He and Vex had a family. He remembers that. He remembers the pitter-patter of little feet and his heart aches.

Softly:] I made her a pop gun. If I remember correctly, she broke a vase with that thing.

Action; some time after Hunter's citation announcement

[quit_ur_kiniching]

[Percy will receive a citation in his mailbox. However, on opening it, it's actually just this:]