a soft place to fall
title: a soft place to fall
relationship: percy/vex (perc’ahlia)
summary: with the help of a blanket, a bottle of wine, and percy, vex plans out her house.
Stars stretch out above her as she sits back on a blanket in the middle of her patch of land, staring up at the spots of light that glimmer against the inky sky while her finger absently circles the brim of the wine bottle she brought out with her on this excursion. The night is quiet save for the distant sounds of townsfolk in the city below the hill and bird songs from the forest behind her. It’s peaceful; easy to get lost looking at the strings of starlight. She makes a note for lots of windows and, if she can swing it, perhaps a skylight. She’s not sure how well it would hold up against the notorious Whitestone winters, but it’s worth looking into if possible.
“It’s still a bit cold for a picnic,” a voice from behind her calls, and she turns to find Percy standing a few paces away looking at her with a perplexed but curious expression on his face.
“I was just thinking,” she says, reaching over to pat a spot on the blue blanket next to her. “I wouldn’t mind some company if you’re offering it, though.”