Happy Doomed Yaoi !

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Baby

Insensitive

Summary : At some point there was a time where Peter confessed his feelings to Percival. It didn't end well.

(This is inspired by the song "How Insensitive". The version I've listened to is from Stacey Kent. Feel free to listen to that while reading whatever I've written down there.)

He took it well.

No whining, no causing a scene, he just listened to what he said with his brows furrowed, his lips pursed shut, and nodded.

"I understand."

That was all he said before silence filled in between them. The words were reassuring. However, his eyes told a different story when Percival saw them; a wavering mixture of regrets and sadness suppressed with all his might from surfacing. It was the best attempt at putting himself together even though his facade was slowly corroding from the acid Percival so politely poured all over him. He was quite sure that with only a matter of the right place and the right time, this fragile wall of dignity would eventually crumble down.

The crack was even more visible when he left, when the usual 'see you later.' was replaced by an unfamiliar sentence.

"Let me know if you wish to not see me anymore."

Percival didn't answer, and Peter didn't wait for one. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't know what to say. So he sat there, watching the young man's back disappear into a crowd of pedestrians.

And it was well deserved of him to feel what he felt at the moment. Since he was the one who snuffed the joyful aura out of that sunshine, he deserved it all; the pain, the suffering, the punishment.

What once used to be sweet melodies felt like thousands of needles stabbing him all at the same time. Each note carelessly tore up all the old stitches Percival had been hiding under his sleeves, letting the wounds bleed out with possibilities he could have if he wasn't such a foolish bastard.

"Percy."

How his velvet voice could have called his name. 

"Would you like to hear me play?"

How his eyes would look at him lovingly.

"I miss you."

How Percival could have held him, tell him how much he loved him.

"I love you too, Percy."

For what he had done, Percival's reverie would haunt and taunt with countless images of a life he would never be able to achieve, again and again until forever ended.

He deserved it.

Some doodles in-between practice

Lil something

Fanfiction

If you like Percival from "Kingsman" and Peter Smith-Kingsley from "The Talented Mr. Ripley", this au (created by @eveningearlgrey) will be a real treat for you

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