RP log with Percival
After resting his shoulder following Culgan's treatment, Percival was feeling no less sore but definitely less stiff. It wasn't going to stop him from meeting Borus in the tavern, at least. The one thing he decided he was too sore to do was tie on a cravat, but his friend wouldn't care. Percival went out for a breath of fresh air and then came into the tavern from the outside door, immediately hunting out that familiar head of blond hair.
Borus was already in the tavern and had picked out a table for two off to the side where patron traffic was less likely to pass by. He had ordered two bottles of fine wine and had a couple of glasses already filled by the time Percival arrived. Noticing him enter, Borus lifted a hand in greeting as he smirked at his fellow knight. "Good thing you're on time!"
Percival beamed back. "Or else you would have drunken my share for me?" he quipped to finish the sentence. He slid into the seat opposite Borus and pulled a glass toward him. "But of course, it's my job to make sure you never drink twice the wine you ought to."
He raised an eyebrow at Percival's retort and shook his head with a smile, sliding a glass across the table. "I would have started, perhaps, but I wouldn't have finished everything. I enjoy wine, Percival, but I'm not a hopeless alcoholic."
"I know, I know," Percival assured good-naturedly, taking a sip. "Otherwise I would have had to do a friend's duty and stop you a long time ago. Mm, quite nice, I approve of the choice." He tipped the glass toward Borus. "So. How has it been, picking up my slack? Not too much trouble, I hope?"
"It's good, isn't it?" Borus grinned. "I'm glad you like it." Leaning back in his chair, he sloshed the wine around a little before taking a generous sip. "No, thankfully. People get along for the most part and I haven't had to break up any scuffles or anything like that. I must admit it is both amusing and uplifting to see Cecile so enthusiastic in her duties."
Percival nodded happly. "Just sweet enough without being too much." He took another sip and then chuckled. "She is an inspiration, isn't she? I don't mind at all having to call her commander in addition to Lady Chris, she deserves it."
"She's a good kid." Hearing Chris' name, he couldn't help but smile, still very much on cloud nine. Borus took another sip to prevent himself from blushing too much.
Leave it to Percival to notice. "Uh oh, I said the magic word," he practically sang, grinning widely. "Goodness, Borus, you're too easy to tease about this."
Borus sighed then, acknowledging defeat. He should have realized that no matter what he did, his feelings would always show and Percival of all people would certainly notice. "You know as well as I do that it's impossible for me not to ... show how I feel. Teasable or not."
"You do have a tendency to wear your heart on your sleeve," Percival said smugly from behind his glass. "Not that I'm one to talk, but. So?" He leaned in conspiratorially. "Tell me! How are things going between you two?"
"So I have been told. By nearly everyone." After rolling his eyes for a moment, he soon started beaming again, even while steadily drinking his wine. Borus looked up at Percival with a grin and raised his glass slightly. "Well, we enjoyed the sunset after the party." He took another sip on purpose, in order to drag his story out.
"Oh my. Enjoying a sunset. How perfectly scandalous," Percival teased. He managed to get his left arm on the table without trouble and laced his hands together. "So you're saying you sat out late? Together~?"
Borus wrinkled his nose at Percival's teasing, managing to remember to smack his good arm. "Shut-up. Why the hell would we doing anything scandalous? In public, no less? But yes, if you must know, we sat out for quite awhile and it was nice."
"Well, I don't know. What if you got carried away?" Percival couldn't help but keep teasing, he had never really had this opportunity before. At least, not since becoming aware of Borus' deep and unwavering crush on their captain. "I suppose it was a nice evening to enjoy the sights. That is, if you actually had your eyes open."
At that, Borus' face turned bright red and he quickly shook his head, thankful he hadn't taken another sip when Percival responded to him. "Don't be ridiculous. All we did was kiss a little. And we had our eyes open when we didn't, thank you very much."
Percival sat upright so sharply he almost hurt himself. "You did?" he hissed excitedly. "Oh, Borus!" Lucky for both of them he was keeping his voice down or Borus might have been triply embarrassed.
Raising an eyebrow at Percival's enthusiasm, he did take note of the subdued volume of his friend's voice and was grateful for that as well. "Watch yourself there. I'd hate for you to return to the infirmary because you nearly jumped for joy upon hearing that I kissed Lady Chris."
"I'm surprised you aren't passed out cold from the shock and surprise, somewhere," Percival laughed. "I know I always encouraged you not to give up hope, but really, Borus. Did you ever think...!" He was beside himself with joy for his best friend, clearly.
"Now that I think about it, perhaps I should faint ... right about now." He rolled his eyes again but smiled. "It wasn't as ... shocking as I thought it would be. Well, maybe a little, when she kissed me back but it was all respectful. Nothing as scandalous as you might imagine."
It was all Percival could to do hold himself back from clapping his hands in delight. Taking a sip of wine helped. "That is simply adorable," he purred. "I dare say it's about time, Borus. Good for you!"
"I swear, Percival, by the way you carry on sometimes, you make it seem like I'm a young lad getting laid for the first time." He shook his head, very much amused. "Although Lady Chris is far more worthy of being excited about so thank you."
"Oh, no, I remember that event. It doesn't even compare," Percival snorted into his glass. "And why shouldn't I congratulate my best friend on the accomplishment of his goal, not to mention the good fortune that comes with true love? You are a very lucky man," he added smartly, nodding, "and I am very envious of you. There."
Finishing his glass, Borus poured himself a new one and offered the bottle to Percival to do the same. "I wouldn't say it was a goal of mine. That sounds too much like ... making Lady Chris some kind of acheivement or prize and that sounds ..." He frowned a little. "... cheap. But I know what you mean. I hoped and dreamed about her and it came true so yes, I feel extremely lucky." Glancing over at Percival sympathetically, he added, "And I can't help but worry about you still. It's far too early to call this true love but I want and hope the same for you too."
"All right, all right," Percival conceded, taking the bottle and topping off his own glass. "Having a dream come true, then. That does sound far more appropriate than a goal, I will admit." He took a long gulp to keep from reacting to the rest of Borus's words. "Don't worry about me, we're not here to drown my failures but to celebrate your dreams."
"Hey, no one has failed yet, so don't say things like that." He shook his head, taking another sip of wine. "Lady Chris makes me happy, yes, but contrary to what it seems like, there are other people whose happiness contributes to my own and that includes you, Percival."
"Well, right now," Percival said with pure sincerity, "the one thing that would really make me happy would be not having a jolt of pain every time I go to pull on my boots or button my shirt. Once that's cleared up, I'm sure I'll be more of a mind to entertain other ideas."
Borus smiled in understanding. "A valid point. I only wish there was something I could do to make the pain go away for good." Frowning again as a thought returned to his mind, he mumbles. "Or make the cause of that pain disappear forever."
Percival shook his head slowly. "You know that going after him won't magically heal me, so don't concern yourself with it. I'll be fine, in time." He set down his wineglass and reached across to prod at his left shoulder. "Sir Culgan helped a bit, and gave some suggestions. But...he may be right. I may never have full range of motion in this arm again."
At first, Borus eased off the idea of pursuing Yuber since he was sufficiently content with Chris and enjoying Percival's company. But when Percival voiced Culgan's thoughts, he became livid and slammed his glass down on the table. "He said what?!"
Percival couldn't understand Borus's anger at so simple an assessment. It was something he had figured out for himself, and come to accept already. "That...I may be slightly imperfect for the rest of my life? It isn't as though I'm paralyzed, Borus...but the injury may leave that arm weak. I'm going to do everything in my power for it, but if it turns out that when I raise my arms, the left one falls a few inches short of the right? It isn't the end of the world."
Borus just shook his head, refusing to accept it. "So what does that mean? Will you be able to stay with the knights or what?" He growled as his thoughts turned back to Yuber. "I hadn't imagined that your injury could have a ... more permanent effect ..."
"Considering he could have very well killed me?" Percival shook his head to soften the blow of his words. "I shouldn't have to retire. I wield one-handed already, I won't even need to change my weapon. For the time being, though, I imagine it will get fatigued faster if I ride or wrestle or anything." He gestured widely with his wine glass and then sipped from it. "If the crushed ribs last winter didn't force my retirement, this arm hardly will."
"Crushed ribs?!" Despite Percival's previous attempts at keeping the volume to a minimum, Borus was not as successful and his voice was rising in pitch. "Goddess, man, what the hell ... I thought Budehuc was a peacful abode. How many fights broke out here that I wasn't aware of?"
Percival wagged a finger in his friend's face. "That was Tinto's fault! I meant, the injury that sent me here in the first place. When I was trampled in that skirmish on the border. Believe me," he added with an attempt at a smile, "if that had happened here, you would have heard about it."
He sighed, not really in relief but more out of acceptance of what Percival was telling him. "Fine. Well, I hope those have been the only injuries you suffered while here. I'd still like to return the favor to your assaulters, however."
"Will you seek vengeance on the flu virus that I picked up over the winter, too?" Percival teased to put his friend at ease again. "Come, now, this is supposed to be our time to be happy for you, not lamenting my poor arm. I can still raise a wine glass, after all."
Hard as he tried, Borus couldn't continue frowning when Percival made that remark. Sighing with a slight smile, he shook his head. "All right, maybe it's a little ridiculous when you put it that way. And we are celebrating my joys but like I said before, it consists of certain people's well-beings as well." Raising his glass, he then smirked at his friend and fellow knight. "Well then, lets see just how high you can raise it then. And toast to happiness and good health for all."
Smirking back, Percival deliberately shifted the glass into his right hand, which he could raise as high as he wanted. "To the best of luck in all our lives," he toasted, smiling widely.
Borus was already in the tavern and had picked out a table for two off to the side where patron traffic was less likely to pass by. He had ordered two bottles of fine wine and had a couple of glasses already filled by the time Percival arrived. Noticing him enter, Borus lifted a hand in greeting as he smirked at his fellow knight. "Good thing you're on time!"
Percival beamed back. "Or else you would have drunken my share for me?" he quipped to finish the sentence. He slid into the seat opposite Borus and pulled a glass toward him. "But of course, it's my job to make sure you never drink twice the wine you ought to."
He raised an eyebrow at Percival's retort and shook his head with a smile, sliding a glass across the table. "I would have started, perhaps, but I wouldn't have finished everything. I enjoy wine, Percival, but I'm not a hopeless alcoholic."
"I know, I know," Percival assured good-naturedly, taking a sip. "Otherwise I would have had to do a friend's duty and stop you a long time ago. Mm, quite nice, I approve of the choice." He tipped the glass toward Borus. "So. How has it been, picking up my slack? Not too much trouble, I hope?"
"It's good, isn't it?" Borus grinned. "I'm glad you like it." Leaning back in his chair, he sloshed the wine around a little before taking a generous sip. "No, thankfully. People get along for the most part and I haven't had to break up any scuffles or anything like that. I must admit it is both amusing and uplifting to see Cecile so enthusiastic in her duties."
Percival nodded happly. "Just sweet enough without being too much." He took another sip and then chuckled. "She is an inspiration, isn't she? I don't mind at all having to call her commander in addition to Lady Chris, she deserves it."
"She's a good kid." Hearing Chris' name, he couldn't help but smile, still very much on cloud nine. Borus took another sip to prevent himself from blushing too much.
Leave it to Percival to notice. "Uh oh, I said the magic word," he practically sang, grinning widely. "Goodness, Borus, you're too easy to tease about this."
Borus sighed then, acknowledging defeat. He should have realized that no matter what he did, his feelings would always show and Percival of all people would certainly notice. "You know as well as I do that it's impossible for me not to ... show how I feel. Teasable or not."
"You do have a tendency to wear your heart on your sleeve," Percival said smugly from behind his glass. "Not that I'm one to talk, but. So?" He leaned in conspiratorially. "Tell me! How are things going between you two?"
"So I have been told. By nearly everyone." After rolling his eyes for a moment, he soon started beaming again, even while steadily drinking his wine. Borus looked up at Percival with a grin and raised his glass slightly. "Well, we enjoyed the sunset after the party." He took another sip on purpose, in order to drag his story out.
"Oh my. Enjoying a sunset. How perfectly scandalous," Percival teased. He managed to get his left arm on the table without trouble and laced his hands together. "So you're saying you sat out late? Together~?"
Borus wrinkled his nose at Percival's teasing, managing to remember to smack his good arm. "Shut-up. Why the hell would we doing anything scandalous? In public, no less? But yes, if you must know, we sat out for quite awhile and it was nice."
"Well, I don't know. What if you got carried away?" Percival couldn't help but keep teasing, he had never really had this opportunity before. At least, not since becoming aware of Borus' deep and unwavering crush on their captain. "I suppose it was a nice evening to enjoy the sights. That is, if you actually had your eyes open."
At that, Borus' face turned bright red and he quickly shook his head, thankful he hadn't taken another sip when Percival responded to him. "Don't be ridiculous. All we did was kiss a little. And we had our eyes open when we didn't, thank you very much."
Percival sat upright so sharply he almost hurt himself. "You did?" he hissed excitedly. "Oh, Borus!" Lucky for both of them he was keeping his voice down or Borus might have been triply embarrassed.
Raising an eyebrow at Percival's enthusiasm, he did take note of the subdued volume of his friend's voice and was grateful for that as well. "Watch yourself there. I'd hate for you to return to the infirmary because you nearly jumped for joy upon hearing that I kissed Lady Chris."
"I'm surprised you aren't passed out cold from the shock and surprise, somewhere," Percival laughed. "I know I always encouraged you not to give up hope, but really, Borus. Did you ever think...!" He was beside himself with joy for his best friend, clearly.
"Now that I think about it, perhaps I should faint ... right about now." He rolled his eyes again but smiled. "It wasn't as ... shocking as I thought it would be. Well, maybe a little, when she kissed me back but it was all respectful. Nothing as scandalous as you might imagine."
It was all Percival could to do hold himself back from clapping his hands in delight. Taking a sip of wine helped. "That is simply adorable," he purred. "I dare say it's about time, Borus. Good for you!"
"I swear, Percival, by the way you carry on sometimes, you make it seem like I'm a young lad getting laid for the first time." He shook his head, very much amused. "Although Lady Chris is far more worthy of being excited about so thank you."
"Oh, no, I remember that event. It doesn't even compare," Percival snorted into his glass. "And why shouldn't I congratulate my best friend on the accomplishment of his goal, not to mention the good fortune that comes with true love? You are a very lucky man," he added smartly, nodding, "and I am very envious of you. There."
Finishing his glass, Borus poured himself a new one and offered the bottle to Percival to do the same. "I wouldn't say it was a goal of mine. That sounds too much like ... making Lady Chris some kind of acheivement or prize and that sounds ..." He frowned a little. "... cheap. But I know what you mean. I hoped and dreamed about her and it came true so yes, I feel extremely lucky." Glancing over at Percival sympathetically, he added, "And I can't help but worry about you still. It's far too early to call this true love but I want and hope the same for you too."
"All right, all right," Percival conceded, taking the bottle and topping off his own glass. "Having a dream come true, then. That does sound far more appropriate than a goal, I will admit." He took a long gulp to keep from reacting to the rest of Borus's words. "Don't worry about me, we're not here to drown my failures but to celebrate your dreams."
"Hey, no one has failed yet, so don't say things like that." He shook his head, taking another sip of wine. "Lady Chris makes me happy, yes, but contrary to what it seems like, there are other people whose happiness contributes to my own and that includes you, Percival."
"Well, right now," Percival said with pure sincerity, "the one thing that would really make me happy would be not having a jolt of pain every time I go to pull on my boots or button my shirt. Once that's cleared up, I'm sure I'll be more of a mind to entertain other ideas."
Borus smiled in understanding. "A valid point. I only wish there was something I could do to make the pain go away for good." Frowning again as a thought returned to his mind, he mumbles. "Or make the cause of that pain disappear forever."
Percival shook his head slowly. "You know that going after him won't magically heal me, so don't concern yourself with it. I'll be fine, in time." He set down his wineglass and reached across to prod at his left shoulder. "Sir Culgan helped a bit, and gave some suggestions. But...he may be right. I may never have full range of motion in this arm again."
At first, Borus eased off the idea of pursuing Yuber since he was sufficiently content with Chris and enjoying Percival's company. But when Percival voiced Culgan's thoughts, he became livid and slammed his glass down on the table. "He said what?!"
Percival couldn't understand Borus's anger at so simple an assessment. It was something he had figured out for himself, and come to accept already. "That...I may be slightly imperfect for the rest of my life? It isn't as though I'm paralyzed, Borus...but the injury may leave that arm weak. I'm going to do everything in my power for it, but if it turns out that when I raise my arms, the left one falls a few inches short of the right? It isn't the end of the world."
Borus just shook his head, refusing to accept it. "So what does that mean? Will you be able to stay with the knights or what?" He growled as his thoughts turned back to Yuber. "I hadn't imagined that your injury could have a ... more permanent effect ..."
"Considering he could have very well killed me?" Percival shook his head to soften the blow of his words. "I shouldn't have to retire. I wield one-handed already, I won't even need to change my weapon. For the time being, though, I imagine it will get fatigued faster if I ride or wrestle or anything." He gestured widely with his wine glass and then sipped from it. "If the crushed ribs last winter didn't force my retirement, this arm hardly will."
"Crushed ribs?!" Despite Percival's previous attempts at keeping the volume to a minimum, Borus was not as successful and his voice was rising in pitch. "Goddess, man, what the hell ... I thought Budehuc was a peacful abode. How many fights broke out here that I wasn't aware of?"
Percival wagged a finger in his friend's face. "That was Tinto's fault! I meant, the injury that sent me here in the first place. When I was trampled in that skirmish on the border. Believe me," he added with an attempt at a smile, "if that had happened here, you would have heard about it."
He sighed, not really in relief but more out of acceptance of what Percival was telling him. "Fine. Well, I hope those have been the only injuries you suffered while here. I'd still like to return the favor to your assaulters, however."
"Will you seek vengeance on the flu virus that I picked up over the winter, too?" Percival teased to put his friend at ease again. "Come, now, this is supposed to be our time to be happy for you, not lamenting my poor arm. I can still raise a wine glass, after all."
Hard as he tried, Borus couldn't continue frowning when Percival made that remark. Sighing with a slight smile, he shook his head. "All right, maybe it's a little ridiculous when you put it that way. And we are celebrating my joys but like I said before, it consists of certain people's well-beings as well." Raising his glass, he then smirked at his friend and fellow knight. "Well then, lets see just how high you can raise it then. And toast to happiness and good health for all."
Smirking back, Percival deliberately shifted the glass into his right hand, which he could raise as high as he wanted. "To the best of luck in all our lives," he toasted, smiling widely.