day 22 - blindfolded kiss (Thesival)
All throughout the commotion—hexes and bodies tossed about, walls cracking and debris flying—Theseus Scamander sits still and calm and not only due to being held immobile to a chair. It’s trust, Percival supposes, that he won't see him harmed.
“Did you kill them?” he even has the gall to ask afterwards.
“They'll live,” Percival answers.
“Oh, good, they’ll learn their lesson, then.”
Percival grits his teeth. “Unlike someone I know, you imbecile.” He walks over and stands in front of the man, glaring down into cloth-covered eyes. “I see where Newt gets his recklessness.”
“Ah, it is I who take after him in that sense, actually,” is Theseus's cheeky reply, head tilted up in Percival's general direction.
On impulse, partly out of frustration, relief, and some because he simply can, Percival grabs his face and presses their mouths together. It’s satisfying to hear the noise of shock, the kiss all the more unexpected because Theseus literally couldn’t see it coming. Percival takes the other's bottom lip between his, nips and licks at it before biting a little harder.
Theseus groans, and it fills this small room.
When he pulls back, Theseus can’t follow him and his face, slightly flushed, twists with disappointment.
“That was absolutely unfair,” Theseus breathes out and tries to gauge where he is. “Untie me, will you?”
“Someone will, eventually. I’ve informed the others.”
“What? Percy, wait—”
“Think again before you run off by yourself, next time,” Percival advises and, after bestowing another quick kiss, loosens the blindfold.
He watches Theseus blink several times to adjust to the low light, then with a smile, walks away from the man's protests.