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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 5b/6
(Anonymous) 2017-02-16 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)When he finally spotted Newt, he just about gave up.
Newt sat on the grass, wrapped heavily in his robes and scarf against the encroaching winter cold. A few snowflakes were falling, not enough to cover the ground, but still catching on Newt’s curls. He was beaming at Pickett, who perched on his hand, little twigs waving enthusiastically. His freckles were almost hidden under the red blush that caught on his cheeks, and his eyes were curving in laughter now.
Percival was quite aware, thank you, that the angelic way he pictured Newt in his thoughts were influenced by his own feelings, and ever so slightly biased. But right now, looking as though he had been snatched straight from Percival’s fantasies, he would challenge anyone not to say Newt was the most perfect, beautiful person on the planet.
It wasn’t fair- why could Newt turn his thoughts into a sappy, poetic mess, yet his mouth couldn’t get with the program.
“Oh, Percival!” Newt shouted over to him, but Percival was still stuck analysing every last bit of Newt’s features.
“Percival? Are you alright?”
Percival, it seemed, had gone into complete shutdown, eyes blankly meeting Newt’s.
“Percy..” Newt said, hand reaching up to his forehead to take his temperature. The touch caused his face to flush hot at the feeling of Newt’s soft skin against his.
Still no instructions from his traitorous mind.
“You’ve gone all red again! Come on, you need to go see the Mediwitch, now!”
Oh. no no no no.
“Newt, I’m-”
“No you’re not!” Newt cut him off, voice taken on the hard edge usually reserved for Theseus’ particularly piggish days. It almost hurt to have it turned against him now. “You’ve been acting strange for days now, and I won’t have you getting ill because you’re too stubborn to see what’s wrong. Now come on.” He grabbed onto Percival’s arm and began dragging him along, proving again that his slender appearance shouldn’t be mistaken for weakness.
And it was, after all, this side of Newt he had fallen in love with too. The fiercely loyal and protective Newt who wouldn’t take no for an answer if he thought someone he cared about needed help.
And it was really inconvenient at this moment, given there was nothing wrong with him other than his having the emotional capacity of a teaspoon.
“Newt, please-just listen to me.”
“Nope, nothing you do will stop me from taking you to the infirmary!”
That he could believe, until the Mediwitch informed him that there was nothing wrong with his friend other than his being an idiot, Newt would drag him by his ear to the infirmary if he had to.
No doubt Theseus and their constant audience would get a laugh out of it.
Bravery, he had discovered since meeting Newt and the trials that followed, wasn’t always a trait. It was a matter of circumstance. Like a melting point, people had different stages where their bravery was no longer a given, but a choice. Percival had always thought of himself like Iron- bravery just happened for him. He had never met circumstances so terrifying he had had to find his courage again. People had called him brave for it, though fear had never been a consideration when facing centaurs or bullies. Then there was Newt, like the sun in so many ways, he melted away the foundation of him so that he was left afloat in doubt.He felt for sure that around Newt, he would never be brave again.
He had to find it again, . He had to choose bravery, rather than just be it. With circumstances that had forced his hand- the realisation of just how out of control the situation had gotten and the necessity to avoid the infirmary meant he had no choice but bravery.
“Newt,” He said, weak, yielding, “I’m not sick.”
“Then why are you-”
“It’s a blush,” He said, “from embarrassment, because every time I try to ask you to the Yule Ball, I start to stammer like an idiot, and then I start to get nervous and sweat and then I go quiet because I don’t know what to say and…” He smiled sheepishly down at Newt, he had stopped tugging him and was now watching Percival with a shocked expression. “I’m not sick.”
Newt, it seemed, had frozen, and Percival wondered if his face looked like that everytime Newt had smiled him into submission.
“You wanted to ask me to the Yule Ball?”
Percival could only nod.
Suddenly, the sun seemed to break over Newt’s face as a smile split it open with joy.
“Of course!”
“I, what?”
Newt ducked to his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before dashing off towards the castle, shouting over his shoulder.
“I can’t wait!”
Percival stood for a moment, before a dopey grin settled on his face as he watched Newt leave.
That wasn’t so hard.
***
“So, I think I asked Newt to the ball and he said yes?”
“What do you mean, you think?”
***
Sorry about the update schedule going out of whack, my phone screen took some damage so I can no longer write on it at work.
Once again, thank you for all the lovely comments! Feeling confident to start writing again!
Also, can confirm kissing someone on the cheek and then running away before they react is the best way to act around the person you like. 10/10 would reccomend.
Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 5b/6
(Anonymous) 2017-02-16 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)I love Newt's reaction and I can't wait to see the both of them being adorable during the ball. Also, everyone staring at Percy when he was with Newt? Percival not disagreeing that he would hurt anyone who asked Newt for the ball instead of him? Those things made me laugh.
Thank you for writing this fantastic part. It's nice to see you back here :)
Re: Fill: How Strange the Brave 5b/6
(Anonymous) 2017-02-17 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)