[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a3a1d431-d9e6-46a0-b352-0eb34ef54fdb.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Percy's Pants
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The next few moments had been experienced over a span of time that only Percy's watch would know about. Jewelry would happen to stay on, after all. Adrenaline has been known to factor into many miraculous acts, and that of two teenage hormonal boys was no different. With a vast display of powers and prowess mixing together in both controlled, and uncontrolled, ways. By the end of it all they both lay exhausted and elated, side by side halfway beneath the covers. [Color=CC99FF]”How's [i]that[/i] for a Time Space Entanglement.”[/color] Dorian said with a wink before kissing Percy on the lips. The moment cut short by an alarm goes off on Percy's side table. [Color=CC99FF]”What alarm could you possibly have going off right now?”[/color] Dorian asked as he hit the snooze button on the clock before reading it said 8:10 AM.

Distant voices could be heard from the hall, Danni loudly proclaiming that they needed to work on Percy's uniform,  and Percy replying back with one hell of a deja vu. Dorian quickly glanced down at Percy's watch and noticed it was almost 9 am. [Color=CC99FF]”Merde, I t'ink we may ‘ave jumped a bit too far back t'ere mon chère.”[/color] He said with a bit of a laugh.

Percy was completely spent, his body and his mind both dazed. He had barely registered the alarm on his nightstand flashing - everything else felt far away, strangely distant, like sounds echoing through water. He had curled up against Dorian’s chest, somehow not as bothered by the physical contact as he usually was - he liked it even, well, more than liked it. 

[color=ed1c24]”Hm?”[/color] Percy tilted his head slightly, before noticing what the alarm clock was reading - it was ten past eight - and his watch, miraculously given to him by the sorceress Agatha Harkness, had so far always told perfect time. He frowned slightly, considering how many jumps he must have made - he usually would only jump for a few seconds at a time, anything more than that and he would recall lectures from his mothers, about how dangerous it was to jump through time without training, that it was like diving into freezing water and emerging as an acorn, etc etc. No wonder he felt completely exhausted. [color=ed1c24]”I see. You’re far too distracting.”[/color] And then he shifted slightly, closing his eyes. Meetings be damned. He was too content to just remain here. The odds of them having substantial harm from paradox psychosis was low, too. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Oh [i]I'm[/i] t'e distractin’ one? Moi?”[/color] Dorian chuckled as he pulled Percy in closer, tighter, as he started up at the ceiling. [Color=CC99FF]”Well we definitely ‘ave more time before t'at meetin’ now. T'ough probably best we don't leave t'is room…unless it's to t’e cafetería for a snack and coffee.”[/color] He hardly had time to have breakfast the first go around, and now with all the exerted energy he definitely needed something within his system.

It didn’t occur to Percy that the meeting was at eight o’clock, and that even having time traveled back, they still would have been late. However, he had no intention of leaving this room at all. For one of the first times in his life, he felt entirely content - peaceful, even. [color=ed1c24]”[i]Si, c’est toi,”[/color] Percy murmured. He didn’t notice the French slip out from his lips - when he wasn’t concentrating, most languages sounded the same to him, coming out in some mixture of Russian and English. It was an odd effect of his mutant power, forcing him to have to really focus and think to know what language was being used, and what he was replying in. [color=ed1c24]”I have coffee here. It isn’t as nice as yours, but… It’ll do. I enjoy it.”[/color] He then paused, shifting slightly. He hadn’t told this to Dorian before - hadn’t really told it to anyone before. [color=ed1c24]”I also have bourbon.”[/color] He then waited, somewhat apprehensive. Not many fourteen year olds drank. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Didn't know you were Irish.”[/color] Dorian quipped. [Color=CC99FF]”But I t'ink if we show up late [i]and]/i] wit’ alchy on our breat’ t'en we are just askin’ for trouble. So for now t'e coffee will ‘ave to do.”[/color] Dorian didn't bother to question why Percy had a bottle of bourbon stashed away. His house was fairly dry for the most part. Casper was a bit of an addict to…well anything so it was easiest to keep the house clean of temptations. So there was never really a chance to sneak a drink back home unless they snuck out and headed to Bourbon Street. Even then, their fresh faces would get carded too quickly. 

[color=ed1c24]”... My surname is Novikov,”[/color] Percy tilted his head, confused by Dorian’s statement. [color=ed1c24]”You’ve met my mothers. We’re Russian and Jewish.”[/color] Of course, it was a bit of a stereotype that Russians enjoyed alcohol more than most, but Percy wasn’t going to raise that. However, as much as he wanted the coffee, he also had no intention of moving from his spot in bed. He was vaguely aware of people wanting ‘princess treatment’ from time to time. In this moment, Percy was perhaps guilty of that. [color=ed1c24]”Would you make the coffee? This position is rather… comfortable.”[/color]

Dorian sighed, whispering Novikova under his breath as he shook his head. [Color=CC99FF]”I know all about your lineage. I meant to say I didn't take you to drink irish coffee, which is to have a bourbon or whiskey in t’e cup along wit’ it.”[/color] He had to admit however, he was rather comfortable as well. So he tilted his head upwards and spied the machine from across the room. With his free hand he attempted to extend his reach with his powers and press it on, though at first it only managed to gently nudge the machine one way, and then the other, until at his third attempt the button pressed and the coffee began to be made. [Color=CC99FF]”Coffee is bein’ started, and without ‘avin’ to compromise our position…t'ough we could always…change positions…if you've t'e energy for it.”[/color] Dorian teased.

Percy raised an eyebrow. [color=ed1c24]”You know all about my lineage?”[/color] In his opinion, there wasn’t much to know. All the interesting people in his ancestry began and ended with his mothers. From what he knew of Dorian’s life, his own family was far more interesting - and overly complex. Percy still wasn’t quite certain how Dorian and Dani were related, if at all. But at Dorian’s offer of a change in position… Percy’s heart skipped a beat. Somehow, the haze of exhaustion seemed to lift for a moment, his body beginning to stir once more. As strange and terrifying and unfamiliar as it was, he couldn’t help but want to lean into the sensation. [color=ed1c24]”Hm. What are you suggesting?”[/color]

[Color=CC99FF]”Obviously. You just told me about it Perce.”[/color] Dorian hadnt expected Percy to be willing for another round, but at the thought of the possibility, it was as if Dorian had the energy to do it all again. [Color=CC99FF]”Well, I was t'inkin’ maybe t'is time try to keep us until just before t'e coffee is done brewin’. T'at way when we finish we ‘ave t'e pot waitin’ for us at t'e end.”[/color] Dorian said as he repositioned himself and was now over Percy. [Color=CC99FF]”What do you say?”[/color]

He rolled his eyes. A month or so ago, Percy would have taken this as further evidence as to how infuriating Dorian was. He still was infuriating, of course. It was one of his qualities that drove Percy insane - alongside other things, such as the way his boyfriend shifted to be above him, preemptive shivers running down his spine. He was [i]very[/i] much alert now. His face turned positively crimson at Dorian’s suggestion to keep the time-jumps so that way it matched up with when the coffee would finish. He didn’t have fine control over his temporal teleportations when he was concentrating - and like this, well.. But strangely, the challenge seemed to only amplify the other emotions coursing through him. Percy nodded, swallowing slightly.  [color=ed1c24]”Je peux essayer.”[/color]

[Color=CC99FF]”Je te fais confiance.”[/color] Dorian replied as placed a kiss on his lips. Pulling off for a moment only to set an alarm on his phone for when the coffee would finish and then placed it back to the stand. [Color=CC99FF]”Now? Where were we.”[/color]