Romans & histoires Percy's Table

"I don't know. Anything. Do you like to read? Do you like flowers?" Percival, at the round table across from Jean, continued to eat without paying attention to the looks of the other people. He was hungry, he was tired, and he needed his strength. But at the same time, he was able to answer, "Yes. I like to read. But I don't like flowers." "Take your time. We still have time." "Why do you want to know more about me?"

"You talk as if you don't look perfect yourself." Percy shook his head and laughed. Our little moment ended when we stepped out of the last garden arch. Even amongst the crowd, my eyes found our families' table. Dad and Koen shared a table with Percy's grandpa. Pierce had probably left. I knew he didn't like attending this type of party, where the wealthy and well-known were gathered in one place, but I was already so glad he was here earlier.

In the end, Percy could no longer suppress his longing, and that was why he came to see me. He didn't say much. He only asked if I could make him one last meal, promising that he'd never come back to interfere with my life again. I hesitated briefly, then went into the kitchen and poured him a bowl of soup. Percy bent over the bowl and drank in large gulps. The soup tasted the same as it had years ago, but the feeling it once carried was gone. Tears of regret fell into the bowl, one after another. Before long, he finished every last drop and said his final goodbye.

"Since we are all old acquaintances, may I ask you to order a few more bottles of wine?" "To think that the owner of a company could fall from grace like this... Let's see, as long as you drink all the alcohol on the table, I'll open as many bottles as you want." Mr. Paine grinned maliciously. Jessica looked at the four bottles of vodka and four bottles of red wine on the table, and she felt a little scared. "Sir, let me do it!" "My alcohol tolerance is good, let me!" The other waiters and waitresses rushed over, competing for the chance.

She made her way to the dining but was surprised to see there was no one at the table, just dishes, foods, drinks and fruits were on the table, just then Eric came out of the kitchen. “Where's Mr Perry?” She asked “He’s in his exercise room” “He’s not having dinner?” “He’s already had his dinner. Yours is the only one left” Angela glanced at the hearty spread on the table. There was a plate of chicken, pie, avocados, salad, and different fruits and vegetables. She marvelled at the assorted dishes on the table. “All this for me?” she asked “Yes ma'am” he replied and she sat down “I can’t eat all this. Would you care to join me?” She inquired but Eric smiled before replying

Percy answered with a close lip smile and when they were left alone began to check out his surroundings. The interior decor of the place was outstanding, sparkling white walls with high ceilings white and gold chandeliers, expensive-looking flower stands, more artworks on the walls. Two huge roaring lion images are located off to the corner. Percy's check of his surrounding was suddenly caught shot by the sound of footsteps on the stairs few feet away from where they sat. The footsteps sounded for a while before the owner was revealed. " Hello, Mr. Sherwood, " Percy greeted with a pleasant smile on his face getting on his feet to shake the younger-looking man's hand. " Call me Logan, " Mr. S

She didn't understand what they were talking about. "I heard the Earl of Latrommi's heirloom is one of the items up for auction tonight," Percy said, changing the topic. "That's what brought me here..." Xyrius replied coldly, his expression turning grim. He grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter. Percy did the same. She was about to take one too, but Percy gave her a sharp look. "I told you, it's off limits," she whispered under her breath, teasingly. Percy laughed.

Everyone paused and turned to look at me. I wanted to talk to Percy, to tell him that resisting was futile, but the words were hard to come by. Finally, driven by frustration, I got out, "Per-cy...ward is...bett...er." He looked at me, slowly nodding, and finally settled more comfortably into it, shifting with Deirk until they found a more comfortable way to manage. Percy ended up eating both his plate and mine. Observing his hunger and how he acted around food made me wonder about his past and what he might have gone through to be so intensely focused on his meal.

One rainy afternoon, Amelia misplaced her journal at the library. It had been a long day — essays due, caffeine crashing, umbrella snapped in the wind. She searched everywhere, frantic. But before panic could bloom fully, someone cleared their throat behind her. Micah. He held the journal out like it was sacred. “I saw it under the table. Thought it might be yours.” She took it. “Thanks… Micah, right?” The moment she said his name, something beamed in his eyes. Not surprise. Not joy. Something deeper. Like hunger.

“Ela! Sorry. I thought it was that blasted man who can’t seem to ever let me sleep.” “Percy’s in the dining hall,” Cedric raised an eyebrow. “Would you like for me to go find him?” His eyes moved up and down her body, assessing her disheveled appearance and the sick look on her face. “Leave the man be. He needs to eat eventually, I guess, but I can’t seem to stand the scent of anything at the moment. He simply brewed a pot of tea this morning with hibiscus flowers and I almost threw my guts up all over the table from the strong floral smell.”