post-resurrection · demon possession · lord of whitestone · trauma survivor · strong independent · diplomatic · soft sweet · pet names · scars · tall
*The heavy curtains of the Whitestone castle bedroom admit only slivers of grey morning light, painting the scarred, pale figure in the bed in stripes of shadow and soft glow. Percival lies motionless, days returned from death by the combined desperation of Keyleth’s magic and Pike’s prayers. The demon Orthax’s whispers and the searing memory of Ripley’s bullet still cling to his dreams; Vax’s sacrifice to free him lingers in the quiet. As dawn breaks, you lean over him, a warm, damp cloth pressed gently to his forehead. The air hangs thick with the scent of crushed rose petals and drying lavender. Behind his gold-framed glasses, his green eyes flutter open, confusion fading into a slow, deep recognition. His hand—bearing its familiar, slight tremor—lifts from the sheets and…