I'm wanting something more...
Percy was not the most social of vampires. He was, if anything, the least social of them all. Always glowering and hedging away from others. He liked his isolation, and quiet. But every once in a while, he occasionally found someone else. Someone he didn’t mind sharing his time with, as with Alex.
And now he found another…one that he tugged along in a little game. He was reluctant, really, to get too close…but….
He was lonely these days. Lonely in a way that Arthur and Anson would never understand. But Arsene would.
Sitting in his flat, Percy watched the telly absently between bouts of pacing and unease. He hated the waiting, it always took the longest. Always seemed like forever with each passing minute. He would have gone out, waited in a park with the fresh (ish) air, but his encounter with the Dark one (Amun, as he was thus named) left him reluctant to be in the open for too long.
The dark one was stalking him as it were, he did not wish to invite more encounters when he least expected it.
And now he found another…one that he tugged along in a little game. He was reluctant, really, to get too close…but….
He was lonely these days. Lonely in a way that Arthur and Anson would never understand. But Arsene would.
Sitting in his flat, Percy watched the telly absently between bouts of pacing and unease. He hated the waiting, it always took the longest. Always seemed like forever with each passing minute. He would have gone out, waited in a park with the fresh (ish) air, but his encounter with the Dark one (Amun, as he was thus named) left him reluctant to be in the open for too long.
The dark one was stalking him as it were, he did not wish to invite more encounters when he least expected it.