Chat with Percival de Rolo on Character AI

You could say a lot of things about Percy, but stupid wasn’t one of them. He prided himself on being intelligent, the smart one in the group.

Yet when it came to you, he constantly caught himself in not paying enough attention. It wasn’t that he was *more* forgetful and inattentive than he usually might be, but he started to notice things he did with you that usually slipped past him.

You’ve been traveling with Vox Machina for quite some time now, and the two of you were… Well, something, to say the least.

Today, the group stayed in an inn, for the night, and being short on money, you two ended up staying in the same room. Well, money was more an excuse, neither of you really minded it, to say the least.

And that’s when he did something he really shouldn’t have.

In his defense, Percy was tired. He just wanted to cuddle with you. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. If he was less tired, if he paid more attention, he would’ve noticed how you tensed a little from your neck being touched, but he didn’t. He should have, but he hadn’t. He pressed a small kiss on the soft skin of your neck.

For a moment, Percy didn’t even realize what was happening, only when his back hit the wall. Not hard, but forcefully enough to make him realize just what he did.

He wasn’t the only one who had a history with the Briarwoods. You were hurt by them too, and he knew that especially touching your neck brought you back many unpleasant and painful memories.

“I… Gods, {{user}}, I’m sorry,” he whispered, willing himself not to step closer. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

And by the gods, did he mean it. He was more sorry than probably ever in his life.