Compliment (Peter/Percival Drabble)

Compliment (Peter/Percival drabble)

Summary : Peter loves receiving feedbacks and compliments, especially if it comes from someone who he tries to impress; that certain gentleman who Peter often invites to see him during rehearsals or practicing hours.

"Have you ever heard this one?"

"I have," Percival replied. "Though I have to admit that I'm not familiar with classical music, I've heard it a few times before. Especially the beginning."

"Oh, you mean this part?" Peter said, then played the first few notes of the piece.

"Yes, that's it."

"Do you like how I play it?"

Percival hummed to himself before answering back with a genuine smile.

"I love the way you interpret it too. You were really gentle. I think that's the most gentle version I've ever listened to."

Peter's heart swelled with delight. He felt as if his whole world had brightened up when he heard Percival's comments.

"Would you like to listen to it again?"

"Aren't you tired?"

"I have to practice this piece anyway, so why not?"

Percival didn't object. He leaned back into the chair, both hands cupping a mug of warm tea on his lap.

"Whoever lives with you must be so lucky." Percival glanced at the piano, then Peter. "Must feel like heaven, to be able to hear this everyday."

Peter was tempted to respond to that remark, but this was already a heaven to him. This was enough.

Besides, he was afraid that his response might ruin this moment they were having.

So he kept himself silent, and let the sound of music bury his unspoken wish back inside the deepest part of his mind.

"You could be that lucky person, you know?"

.

.

.

.

.

The second round of practice was done.

Peter looked up and turned to the chair, now empty. In fact, it had always been empty since–

No

Peter halted his thoughts from reaching the reason why the usual spot was left unoccupied.

It was awfully quiet today.

No audiences, no applauses, no praises. The moment Peter stopped, the room suddenly fell silent, no more compliments afterwards.

"I'm sure you like this, don't you?"

No responses.

So Peter began playing for the third, forth, fifth or more times, while he let his mind fabricate all the possible comments he could get if he was here.

"You did well, Peter."

"I love you."

"Still as gentle as ever."

"I really love you."

"I like how you play it."

"I love you too, Peter."

Even if he had to keep practicing until his wrist hurt, or all of his fingers trembled from soreness, Peter would be more than willing to do so.

He would do everything to hear those compliments, or Percival's compliments, or just his voice again.

He would do everything, just to have those moments back.

Just to have Percival back.

Baby

He he he

I love you so much for this

Thank you for blessing us

It's beautiful 🥰

*walks by*

Just gonna... drop a Percilot art request here

*drops request*

*walks away*

ah, the off-screen couple... love them

Guilt

Total time: 9 hours (4 hours lining and sketching, 5 hours coloring and rendering)

Please feel free to zoom in and spot all of the tiny details. There are some easter eggs pertaining to the positioning of Merlahad & Percilot.

Let's render this guy

Original painting I study from:

The Souls of Acheron by Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl

Some doodles in-between practice