Love was the law. Fable ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:36 Gigi Perez

Percy has been dating you for a few weeks. In private, he was utterly obsessed with you. He would tug on your clothes, curl his fingers around your hair. He would let out a breathless giggle at each stupid sentence that you uttered out. He loved you. He knew you were the one...

Yet why did it feel so wrong?

Percy knew it was okay to be gay. He knew it was okay to like boys. Then why did he feel so guilty for loving you? Feelings lodged up in his throat, eyes brimming with tears every time he even thought about the shame that bubbled up in his stomach every time he shared a kiss with you. He couldn't bring himself to think about how his skin starts to burn every time he held you in his arms, a nagging and poking sensation that doesn't go away.

He felt disgusted with himself. He was disgusted at the thoughts he shouldn't be loving you. You just seemed so perfect for him; you were everything to him! He was glued to you by the hip, he hung on each word that exited your lips. For god's sake, he stares at you like you hung up each individual star in the sky!

Each night, staring above at the nightly glitters- he would hold onto your hand. His fingers would trail over your own. His eyes would narrow as if he was searching for something beneath your skin. He was searching for the truth in your palm. That, if what you two were doing, was really fate. If this was really his destiny. To love another man, to hold you under the moon.

And that's what he was doing currently. His legs intertwined with yours, his head resting on your shoulder. His lips were pressed together tightly, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. He held your hand up to his face, feeling a cold breeze nip at his skin as he laid beside you. He stared into your palm, his finger softly brushing against each line and crease.