A game by a different name...

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy knew Sam would come. It was something in the way they were, the invitation for something that would grow to be bloody, or fulfilling in some other way. Either result had its own benefits for Sam, and he more than knew it. But as the clock in the hotel room clicked on by, Percy flicked through the telly's channels with little amusement

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[oldestbeloved]

"I'm not a Sammy." Sam appeared, as he always did, leaning against a wall with his arms folded across his chest. As he always did for Percy, anyway. Somethin about the casually insolent posture pleased him.

"What is it you want?"

[silenziosa_odio]

"Oh, I don' know..." Percy perked up, rolling off the bed with a bounce before moving closer to Sam. "What do I want? Mm, what do I ever want, Sammy?"

[oldestbeloved]

Sam's eyebrows shot up at that.

"Sex." Pause. "Drugs. Violence."

[silenziosa_odio]

"You are a cynic." But Percy was purring, which certain would have led Sam to believe a few things.

"Poor little Anson thinks you care about him, you know." He comments blandly as he moves to stand in front of Sam. "Poor thing. And he thinks I'm the one manipulating him."

[oldestbeloved]

Ah. That. Sam snorted, looking him up and down. "You are manipulating him. That I am, too, makes no difference to that respect."

"What do you want, Percy."

[silenziosa_odio]

"I am offended by that accusation." He looked at Sam with a wholly indigent expression. "Do you think so poorly of me?"

Sighing, he poked the man in the chest. "What makes you think I have to want something? Can' I jus' want to see you? Everyone else gets to."

[oldestbeloved]

"I think I know you. And I think I know you well enough to know that you manipulate people as much as I do." If not more so would have been his next comment, sometimes, but it was hard to get more manipulative than Sam even of the small things.

And Sam looked down from the fingertip up to Percy's face, eyebrows up again in disbelief. "You just want to see me? Since when has that happened?" Pause. "Since when has that happened in the past year," he added.

[silenziosa_odio]

"I could have changed, you know." He sighed, though, leaning into Sam alittle as he looked up. "I could have changed a lot. The misinformed would claim I was, er...In love."

Which was not entirely untrue. But not exactly true either. Percy was not, actually, capable of love. But he could mimic it well enough to fool even himself a little.

"...I been busy," he commented about his lack of just 'seeing' Sam. "I've been stuck in the Americas, I have a nice little house hold, mouths to feed, humans to bathe...it isn' so easy to find the time."

[oldestbeloved]

"You could have," Sam snorted. "And I could manifest in the Skyland and ask Her to marry me, but I don't think that's going to happen." He wasn't sure which of the particular scenarios was more likely to happen, but they were both pretty far off on the scale of improbability.

Although really, if he was going to manifest anywhere, that would be the place to do it...

Neer mind.

"Oh, I see how it is," Sam smirked, adopting a certain tone. "You don't call, you don't write, you can't find the time to visit your doddering old..." Whatever.

[silenziosa_odio]

"Oh please, you know well that I would make that up to you." In blood, or violence. Sam could, for the most part, have anything he wanted from Percy save a few key things. And only because those few things were something Percy simply could not give.

Tugging at Sam's shirt, Percy looked up at Sam through his lashes.

"Could start now..."

[oldestbeloved]

Sam looked down at Percy's hands. Up at his face.

Then he grabbed Percy's wrists in his. "Not that I scruple to let you fuck me or bleed me or whatever it is your twisted little heart desires..." Look who's talking, Sam. "But... what is it you want?"

[silenziosa_odio]

"What makes you think I want something more than that?" Percy could play that game endlessly. It was almost second nature mix in the wide-eyed, innocently confused expression. It was something Sam probably knew by heart. It was certainly something those around Percy at the moment were learning about all too well.

"You could bleed me, really...if you wanted."

[oldestbeloved]

"I don't want, thank you," Sam smiled. It wasn't a very nice smile. "I've had my fill of that lately."

But he did let go of Percy's wrists.

[silenziosa_odio]

"That so?"

Well Percy hadn't. It was more than evident by the way invisible hands ran over Sam's body, and suddenly pulled him up hard, and tight.

"But I want to play, Sam."

[oldestbeloved]

Sam made a face at him, more at the pulling than the words.

"I'm not in a mood to take your blood, Percy," he told him. "But if you want to play, let's play."

And on the last word he didn't bother to gesture, didn't bother to speak any magic words. He just looked at Percy and knocked him across the room.

[silenziosa_odio]

Percy's head made a wet sound as it bounced off the wall. It left a sticky red spot on the wall where he had hit.

Smirking, let his eyes stay closed.

He could wait a little...