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fourknights2018-12-09 06:44 pm
koniglich) wrote in fourknights2018-12-09 06:44 pm
mafia au aka shorthand for terrible
Names meant something to Percival. Maybe it was the way he was brought up being from the most noble Wales family and it was something you carried with pride, regardless where you may end up because nobody can take that away from you. At least, that's what Aglovale impressed upon him while they were growing up. Which is why Percival is particularly rankled when a low level informant asked him as to whether the Black Dragons were engaging in low level drug trade on the streets. How dare they.
The only reason he didn't go out and solve this matter on his own, by himself is because Lancelot was in the room with him when he was told of the unfortunate news and Lancelot suggested instead of being rash, they go to Siegfried with this information and then let him decide how to do with it rather than let that temper of his reign over him. Percival relented, though his opinion of Siegfried did oscillate between deeply admiring him and being deeply exasperated with him. The man was happy to spend his time with his pet pug and his potted plant rather than actually do any mafia business, but then Percival saw him after a job and was grateful he didn't say anything. Siegfried's reputation was not unearned in the slightest.
But reputation aside, the man was not invulnerable despite his outward appearance. All of them in that sortie that night knew they were going to run into trouble but not an entire gang's worth of trouble. They were up against some very bad odds, which they did overcome but at the same time not without any consequences. Siegfried stood there, suit bloodied but with a determined look in his eye that said "never come back here if you know what's good for you." Percival was impressed.
That feeling of awe did fade away though the moment that the dust settled as Siegfried collapsed onto the ground with nary any warning to either of them. Why was he like this!! Percival was not impressed as he carried Siegfried's body back to get bandaged up, which somehow led to this mess of a situation where Siegfried lay injured on the bed and Percival pacing nervously outside his door, even though if he was question he would deny being nervous or worried. Dammit Siegfried, if you had just taken a stepped back it wouldn't have been this bad. It would be bad form if he didn't at least attempt to tend to his immediate superior.
The man was truly a fool. And somehow Percival was okay with that. Somewhere, deep inside his chest.
The only reason he didn't go out and solve this matter on his own, by himself is because Lancelot was in the room with him when he was told of the unfortunate news and Lancelot suggested instead of being rash, they go to Siegfried with this information and then let him decide how to do with it rather than let that temper of his reign over him. Percival relented, though his opinion of Siegfried did oscillate between deeply admiring him and being deeply exasperated with him. The man was happy to spend his time with his pet pug and his potted plant rather than actually do any mafia business, but then Percival saw him after a job and was grateful he didn't say anything. Siegfried's reputation was not unearned in the slightest.
But reputation aside, the man was not invulnerable despite his outward appearance. All of them in that sortie that night knew they were going to run into trouble but not an entire gang's worth of trouble. They were up against some very bad odds, which they did overcome but at the same time not without any consequences. Siegfried stood there, suit bloodied but with a determined look in his eye that said "never come back here if you know what's good for you." Percival was impressed.
That feeling of awe did fade away though the moment that the dust settled as Siegfried collapsed onto the ground with nary any warning to either of them. Why was he like this!! Percival was not impressed as he carried Siegfried's body back to get bandaged up, which somehow led to this mess of a situation where Siegfried lay injured on the bed and Percival pacing nervously outside his door, even though if he was question he would deny being nervous or worried. Dammit Siegfried, if you had just taken a stepped back it wouldn't have been this bad. It would be bad form if he didn't at least attempt to tend to his immediate superior.
The man was truly a fool. And somehow Percival was okay with that. Somewhere, deep inside his chest.
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But this might be the right opportunity to show him up. Sorry Lancelot, but Percy has a thing for politicking and you're unfortunately being drawn into this whether you like it or not. The hand that was gripping Lancelot's is now moving up to caress his friend's cheek and a smirk now graces Percival's face.
"But if you're going to off yourself, it might as well be with something more enjoyable than a shoot out."
His free hand goes to wrap around Lancelot's waist possessively but he's still looking at Siegfried with flames in his eyes. What now, boss?
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"You can't speak to Siegfried-san like —" Lancelot's appalled protest is halted in favor of the sudden touch to his cheek, far more curious of the gesture than being acknowledged over how no one talks badly about Siegfried on Lancelot's watch!
Despite feeling self-conscious he doesn't react initially. When he feels the familiar touch around his waist (a gesture that usually excites him because he could never get enough of when Percival was aggressive just like he could never get enough of everything else of Percival), he feels himself mentally panic at the thought of becoming aroused with someone else in the room.
...Especially when that person is Siegfried.
While he would normally respond to being pulled into something weird on Percival's agenda like this with an elbow to just below the ribs (which.... would be a toss up as to whether it would get Percival to abort his plans or just incense them further and it serve as unintentional foreplay), he goes cross-eyed a moment before bringing his vision back to normal.
Bringing a hand up towards Percival's face (since he is not looking at him), Lancelot uses his thumb and middle finger like a clamp to squeeze against both cheeks of Percival's face in attempt to (forcefully, if necessary...) redirect his partner's attention to him; for the man to explain because Lancelot wants some (even silently communicated) answers about what Percival thinks he's doing (or what he hopes to get doing) here all of a sudden?!