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[ And Percy knows that. Percy knows the order of the world can't be altered. Saints were always said to be merely guides, they're not truly Gods. They can extend their hands, and change the course of a river through careful planning, but they can't stop the flow of it.

And the river will eventually return back to it's proper course.

He makes a choked noise as Maverick pulls away, gets up, walks away from him. For a moment anger flares. Then grief again and he makes another noise. A soft sob. ]

Wait-!

[ He lifts his hands to knuckle them into his eyes, working to get rid of the tears that have begun to gather. ]

Wait... I'm sorry. I know- I know you couldn't. I know you can't.

[Maverick does pause, when he hears Percy call out for him, and his heart aches, dead as it is, to hear him speak when his voice is wracked with guilt and misery. The grief is strong, and Maverick knows that the man calling to him has been mourning for years the lives he could not save.]

[That's why it's so hard to look at him suddenly. To see the grief he's been carrying and knowing that there was nothing he could have done, even if it feels like he should have been able to do something.]

[He steps back towards him, quietly, like a ghost, and lifts his hands, though he does not yet come close enough to touch him, doesn't dare to. Instead the air shifts around them and Maverick's form shifts. The ghostly quality returns, as does the smoke of the veil that rises off of him. This time his presence nearly fills the room, and his eyes turn white. Feathers and scales climb up his skin.]

It's alright. Give me that which you grieve, what you mourn, show me your sorrow and your anger, and I will accept it all. Every lost soul that slipped through your fingers I have personally walked hand-in-hand across Veil, secured their safe arrival to what awaits them next. Remember them, grieve for them, and so will I.

[ There was nothing any of them could have done. He has to tell himself that all the time. Every night before he sleeps, to keep the ghosts away. There was nothing to be done. Life comes and goes. And he tried. Oh, he tried. They all tried.

Ah, he thought himself past this.

The tears don't stop as Maverick approaches again, but Percy looks up as he feels that shift. The presence. The change in his friend is startling, but not frightening. Like before, there's that feeling of comfort. Compassion. Even if he seems larger than life itself now, fills the room until there's nothing but him.

And he balks at first at the idea of sharing his sorrow. His misery. His guilt and grief. Then he reaches out towards Maverick, towards those lifted hands. It's ... not a gesture of a plea, or even a request for relief. It's a gesture of a friend to a friend.

He needs a hug, most of all. Someone who understands. ]

[He tried, he did everything he could, Maverick knows this. As he watched people cross over, as he kept tabs on the fight, heard the whispers of the Healer with the gold and blue eyes who desperately fought for their survival, he knows this all to be true.]

[But of course it haunts him, because his soul is gentle and kind. Remembrance is a double edged sword in this way, to forget is to truly kill, and to remember is to continue to hurt. To mourn is to release, but to mourn is also to hold tightly as well. Death is both the end and the beginning, it is joyous and painful.]

[When Percy reaches for him he moves forward, sweeps him into a hug. Holds him tightly, securely, so that Percy can grieve in earnest.]

You do not have to carry this grief like this, this burden, Percy. Let it out.

[ It's warm. Percy thought it would be cool but no. As Mavericks arms wrap around him and he sinks his face into his friends shoulder, his fingers clinging tightly to his back as he begins to cry in earnest, all he can feel is the warmth.

He cries for those who he couldn't save. He cries for the families that lost their loved ones. Under Mavericks tight hold, he mourns and he remembers.

It takes him a moment for his sobs to slowly fade down to hiccups, then to wet watery sniffles as he tries to get himself under control. His voice is raggedy, shaky, and his grip never lightens. Not yet. ]

I'm glad... I'm glad it was you. Who greeted them. I can't think of- [ A soft hiccup. ] -anyone else who'd I'd rather it be.

[It hurts, but as his Sainthood flows through him, it helps dulls that pain somewhat. Just as he's held every clinging soul who grieved for their lost life, he holds onto Percy. Just as that part of him that greets the newly dead thousands of times a day settles within him.]

[Maverick too, takes a moment to grieve. Death does not solely come in the form human souls, in the shucking of the physical, but in other things too, and Maverick grieves for the way things were before this moment, for after this, it will surely change. For better or worse? He isn't sure.]

[As Percy begins to quiet down, his hold stays firm, but that presence slowly shrinks back. Maverick returning to his former state. As the Sainthood leaves him, leaving him a little lightheaded. He exists in two states, split between the Veil and the mortal plane, and when they come together it's charged and overwhelming. He is relieved to be left with himself for now.]

[His voice is quiet, but maybe Percy hears some relief in it.]

Of course. They all spoke fondly of you. I was nosy of course, even then.

[ Percy is rather glad as Maverick returns to himself. As much as the Saint had felt warm in it's comfort, it's his friend he wants the most right now. The man he wrote to all those years; telling his stories of the front, the people he's met. The faint shaky confessions of wishing he had never left the Spire, the guilt of feeling it. The theories, his late night thoughts, the jokes all penned into letters for this man.

This is who he clings to now, as he quiets down with his head still pillowed on his shoulder, his glasses askew and his eyes closed. Who he draws true comfort from.

So as much as Maverick is relieved, so to is Percy.

He huffs a little watery laugh, sniffing and moving one hand up to Mavericks shoulder to wipe at his eyes a little with his fingers. ]

Why does that not surprise me? But I'm glad they weren't mad and I'm so glad that they had you to guide them over, so they weren't lost and confused.

[ And he feels the need to explain himself, a guilty little voice in the back of his head that scolds him for blowing up at his best friend. ]

Forgive me my outburst, I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I know the rules of Nature. We all do. But I was not thinking in that moment.

[And those letters he keeps tucked delicately in his desk drawer, where he takes and rereads them often. Where he would wait on pins and needles for the next one to arrive. Where his heart would ache to see him go through the cruelty of war, but he hoped still to see him come home, honored for his hard work, for every life he lost, surely five- tens were saved.]

[Fingers gently thread through his long hair, soothing.]

There's nothing to forgive, dear. I ...am sorry that I played this cruel game with you, when I knew at the end there would only be grief.

[He leans back a little so he can cup his face, hold their foreheads together.]

Your reaction was expected, and yet I allowed you to keep digging.

[ The gentle touch through his hair and the soft use of dear warm something in Percy far better than anything else possible could have. The love and care soothes away the last of the worry. He will, perhaps, always carry a smidgen of survivors guilt but here is the guide of the dead reassuring him that the dead held no ill will.

Here is his friend, the man his heart aches and yearns for, tendering away the last bit of grief.

His hands shift as Maverick holds his face, their foreheads together, to rest his hands against his neck. His thumbs gently against his jaw, where he strokes a little. And he smiles a little wobbly, shaking his head, rubbing their foreheads together. ]

You wanted me to know. Desperately. I saw it. But I also saw the fear. Your game was your way of offering me the chance to know, yet giving yourself - and me - and out. Oh, Seamus, do not be apologetic.

[ The urge to kiss him, to brush his mouth against Mavericks, is almost dizzying in its sudden overwhelming surge but he withholds. Even as his mind whispers Maverick called him dear. Dearest. Surely- Surely-! ]

Thank you. Thank you for trusting me. For being here for me. For them. For being you.

[It's wretched, being this close and still being so far away. He could bridge that gap, it wouldn't take very much at all. Just lean a little closer and he could just release all of the secrets he's kept in his heart all this time.]

Mm, guilty as charged. I've ... [His hands fall to Percy's, to cup them gently.] I've never told anyone else aside from Lily and Eochaidh, but I couldn't bare keeping it from you much longer.

[Ah, he's already laid himself bare more than he has ever before, should he just rip the bandage off? Oh, his heart would be thundering if it could.]

There's no one else I would trust this to, and though my heart quailed at the thought of rejection, I knew it could be no one else.

[ Maverick should have no issue hearing the way Percy's heart beat picks up. The way his pulse jumps, as those hands cup his own. His mouth feels suddenly dry, and he resists the urge to lick his lips to try and dampen them again.

Because Maverick is so close and what if he accidentally does something they'll both regret.

Or Maverick will not want.

Oh Saints, guide him, what does he do?

The idea of rejecting him makes him blink his eyes open finally, pulling back just a bit to study Mavericks face. ]

How could I ever reject you? No, impossible. It matters not what you are, what you have been or what you will be. You're Seamus. You're the man who knows my heart better than I feel I do. You're my deepest dearest friend. How could I ever reject you?

[ Perhaps that's what makes him not lean in, not press his mouth to Mavericks. There's still so much left between them to find out about the other, despite how deeply they know one another. How can he possibly rush it or ruin it by pouring his desire out right now? ]

[He does, he hears it and its all too hard to discount it as other things. Adrenaline from before, of course, they just had a very intense emotional moment together. And yet...]

[No, it isn't proper. Percy has only just gotten home, only just settled into his tenure. It would be far too much, especially after tonight. He inhales softly as Percy pulls away, and settles his aching heart down once again.]

Mm, spoken so plainly I have no choice but to believe you. Perhaps I was being foolish after all.

[Though he had reason enough to be worried, he thinks. It is fine, as the danger has passed now. He grins, more of himself returning after that emotionally charged moment they shared.]

Well, I think the exam went rather well, then. Have you any other burning questions that need answering? It's not ever day you get me down into my skivvies after all.

[ His heart aches as well. A missed opportunity. It's for the best, but oh.

Oh it's going to haunt him tonight.

He laughs softly, letting his mood rise with that grin. With the relief of some of his burden.

Then he sputters and flusters, turning cutely pink to the tease. ]

Only that I feel you're quite too skinny yet. Can Vampires gain weight? If yes, I order you to try and eat a little more.

[ He turns his hands against Mavericks, takes them to squeeze them. Pauses. ]

Those scales, do they increase - ah - every time you invoke your Saint-ness?

[Ah, but for their hands to be held like this, it's nice. Percy's warmth is nice. It will be sad when they part ways.]

This body is more like an avatar, and it's state is a result of a few factors. Do not be fussed about it, I truly do not need to eat much more beyond enjoyment with the exception of blood.

[He smiles a little to the question of the scales and closes his eyes, letting those scales slowly overtake his body again. Feathers too, trail down and the hands he holds become clawed, draconian.]

Ah, no, it is just that my form over across the veil is being gently reflected in my form here. I am ...split, in a manner of speaking, between my duties.

[ Hm. He will be fussed about it. He could pick Maverick up and throw him with ease. That's so skinny! But he's distracted as Maverick lets himself... shift? Watches the feathers and scales come back. The hands in his becoming clawed, scaled.

He's quiet as he moves his thumb over Mavericks hands, turning them around to investigate them. Catches his fingers against those claws.

The feeling is... ah. Hm. That's not going to help his crush any.

Instead he lets go to turn his attention to those feathers, touching them gently, investigating how they act. Are they bird like, truly? And the scales dotted through them. ]

What does it feel like...?

[Here, he sees the exam is not truly over. He shuffles a little and drops the robe again, and truly allows the form to take. He tries to bottleneck the Sainthood a little, so that his presence doesn't take over the room again, leaving just the shifted form.]

[He grows a little taller as the scales cover him entirely, a shiny blue-black all the way down, and his feet shift up, becoming almost birdlike. His arms stretch out into wings that are both feathered and webbed, and horns curl their way around the side of his head.]

I suppose I'm rather used to it, but as a Vampire I have had many beast-like forms too.

[As for what it feels like, he hums. As Percy touches the feathers they fluff up.]

It all feels like me, extensions of me. I feel at home in this skin as I do my other form, if that's what you meant.

[ One of these days, Maverick dropping his robes won't make Percy blush but today is not the day because it's still very new. But at least he's mostly distracted by the feathers. The scales. The way Mavericks legs and feet shift. Seated the way he is, Maverick now is taller than him.

He won't tease him about how that feels.

He hums gently, smiling a little as the feathers fluff up. Oh that's adorable. He gently ruffles his fingers through them, scratching lightly. Then smooths his fingers over them. ]

Amazing. Does it strain you any?

[ There's the healer scolding, Percy humming gently. Moves to stand, so he can run his hands along Mavericks wings. Stretching them gently, checking the membrane and feathers. Feels along them, fingers soft as he pulls lightly to make them extend out. Giving them a physical and acquainting himself to them.

As a healer, he should know the anatomy, after all!

Cough. ]

[As a healer, of course.]

No more than keeping physical form does.

[Which is the truth. It's not hard to conjure this form, and it isn't hard to put it away again, it's just a very cumbersome form so he often remains as he usually does. If he had the wings all the time he'd surely bump into things! And with these feet he cannot wear his favorite boots!]

[He flutters his eyes closed as Percy runs his careful fingers all along him, trying to banish that feeling rushing up again. The one that makes him just want to get it all out, but he bites his tongue. Percy will find the wings will gladly unfurl for his curious touches. The feathers on them are quite large, too.]

[His tail flicks a bit, possibly betraying his feelings under the calm.]

It's difficult to wear clothing like this, so you can imagine why I tend to keep the other look.

Hm!

[ So all physical forms put a light strain on Maverick but not in-so-much as anything would bother a normal person to do daily activities. The feathers are fascinating and he examines the flight feathers. A combination of bat like membrane, bird like feathers, and the scaling of a dragon. He's about to reach up to examine the horns when the tail flicks and grabs his attention, and he chuckles a little seeing it.

The transformation is extremely thorough. ]

Mm, I can imagine. Plus I'm sure our students would be besides themselves and hound you nonstop every time they saw you!

[ Goodness, if Barty saw him, the man would be over the moon to examine him. And he knows quite a few students would share the mans sentiments. ]

Is there anything I should avoid touching that may be sensitive?

Oh, I'm sure I'd never know a moments peace.

[Not that he does now, really, but it probably would be worse.]

[He hums a throaty little noise, something close to a purr as he thinks that question over.]

My spine is a little sensitive, right at the base of the tail. The horns can be a little where they meet my head, and there's a spot right under my ears, though I'm not opposed to being touched there.

[Here, would you like to see his range of motion? He will skitter around him and then perch on the exam table like a weird bird.]

[ The purring noise startles him for a moment, then delights him, and without thinking he reaches up to place his hand on Mavericks throat to see if the vibration is coming from there. No, hm? Further down? Ah yes, he can feel the vibration more along his chest.

Then feels bad he was touching up his spine earlier, noting the spots and snorting a hard little laugh to the sudden motion. Watches him clamber onto the table and perch there like a gargoyle. ]

My my, you'd fit right at home with the stone wardens on some churches!

[ He waits until he settles, then take some of Mavericks legs. Stretches it out to investigate it, working his way down to the feet. Noting the way they turn into talons, hooking his finger around one to test it. Fascinating.

He sets the leg and foot back down, moving to press little bits of magic into certain spots to text reflexes. Then back up to Mavericks face, smiling a little with a crinkle of his eyes as he takes his chin. ]

Open, tongue out, head tilted back a bit. Let me see.

[Feathers fluff up as Percy goes and feels along his vocal chords, but they settle as Maverick sees what he's doing.]

Would I not be the most handsome gargoyle?

[But yes, test out his weird limbs. He will find his range very good and that his ankle is quite long and that his talons will curl around his hand and shake. Very flexible!]

[His tail too, will curl around Percy's arm if it gets close enough. It's definitely prehensile.]

Mm?

[Bleh, out goes his tongue. It's long and forked! Hm!]

Oh, of course, no one would compare!

[ No lie detected there. Not even a real tease. There's some utter sincerity there. Is... he flirting?

The tail curling around his arm amuses him, and also makes his cheeks turn red. He grabs it with his free hand, rattling the end back and forth playfully as Maverick opens his mouth.

Percy gets distracted by the tongue momentarily, staring at it, before clearing his throat and tilting Mavericks head to check his teeth and the back of his throat. Tongue coloring as well. Commits this forms normality to his memory in case anything changes!

Yes! That's all! ]

There! Would you like a candy for being so good for your exam?

[ Please put your tongue away before he begins to think inappropriate thoughts more than he already is. ]

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[His feathers seem to fluff up with that praise. Oh, the Headmaster, the Heir of Death, he is a simple creature, actually.]

[His teeth appear fine, if a little sharper than a normal Vampire's should be, all in all he looks like a very healthy dead lizard.]

Truly?

[He leans his arms on his knees so he can cradle his head on them and give him a sly look.]

May I choose?

Only if you promise to brush your teeth after.

[ THAT is a tease, because the way Maverick gives him such a sly look is flustering him. Oh what does his friend have in that cunning, goblin little mind of his.

He stops shaking the tail tip and merely holds it, examining the weight in his hand a little. Tilts his head and gives Maverick a little look, an amused smile on his face.

What do you have planned, you creature.

Please stop looking at him like that or he's going to melt into the floor and disappear from the spire. ]

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