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Good things about Percival Morton 

Percival is beautiful.

Percival Morton is a man in his late 30s with a tall and slender frame. His well-trimmed raven hair was always neatly gelled and combed.

His lips usually pursed shut into a thin line. If the circumstances were right, they offered polite smiles from time to time, which was rare to see. Peter had seen that a few times. But the most memorable one was that one time when he played a piece Percival liked.

His eyes were deep in color, dark and quite hard to read. Most of the time they appeared to be indifferent, barely showing any emotions. However, when taking a closer look, Peter could notice a little flicker of sorrow reflected in those beautiful walnut eyes.

What was the cause of that, Peter hadn't figured it out yet. He wasn't sure if he could.

Percival is a mystery.

Not much is known about him, aside from being an Englishman, and that he came to meet his business partners in Rome.

Percival wasn't a talkative person and always kept to himself. Peter never heard him mention anything related to his personal life; never knew if he was single or already had someone waiting at home, never knew if he had any children or pets. No matter how Peter tried to engage him into the conversation, his attempts proved to be fruitless when Percival managed to dodge the question every time. 

So Peter decided to not prying anything further and let him be. 

Percival has a secret he doesn't want to tell.

Despite not being the most interesting person ever, Peter always looked for ways to get to know Percival more.

He would invite the man to his favorite cafe for a cup of coffee, and took this opportunity to exchange some chitchats.

Until a week after they first met, Percival started to visit him at his studio. He would sit next to the piano, observing Peter while he practiced. In return he would play anything Percival would like to listen to; from classical pieces to his version of new arrangement nursery rhymes.

It almost seemed like Percival started to warm up to him.

And yet Peter felt like there was something between them; like an invisible wall keeping him from reaching any deeper.

He was so close, physically close, as they sat next to each other while enjoying the view of the city in the late afternoon.

When he decided to take Percival's hand, keeping him in the lightest grip, he expected Percival to pull away.

He didn't.

Combined with the way his fingers curled back towards his hand, Peter knew he probably needed this more than he wanted to admit.

So close, and yet so far.

Hello, my constant readers. I'm back on my Kingsman bullshit in a major way. I've been writing enough that I have a backlog to post, and I thought I should just go ahead and get that done already. Look forward to new chapters every Friday. You can consider this the next major installment in the Kingsman universe @bearfeathers and I have set up.

Chapter One: Memento Mori

This will be a standalone story, with other side stories posted to the Shattered Circle drabble collection. We've been cooking this one a long time, just until the canon falls out and leaves us with tender, juicy prose.

If you like this fic, please check out The Shattered Circle Drabble Collection and Bon Dia! - the infamous Barcelona story.

You might also enjoy previous installations of fic, though they're no longer considered canon to this verse (although bits and pieces might show up). I've Lost My Heart to a Man with a Smoking Gun

There is also the now-completed In Bloom, an AU about a florist and a lepidopterist that pine like trees.

Thank you so much for reading - and remember that a kind comment or kudos goes a long way. Support your local artists. :)

All my art posts consist of sketches and unfinished art anyway, so why not throw another random af sketch from one of my studies at you guys?

*throws sketch*

Nice catch

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