Adopted.

Percival never had a mother, in his past life, a sole child to a father, whose greed and lust for power corrupted the royal lineage he swore to protect, leaving Percival on the throne, drowning in guilt and anxiety until his day of overthrowing from his shambled wreck of a castle.

Days upon days Percivals eyes struggled to close, the hauntings and horrors that ate him alive, no memory of his human life, but the emotional distress and trauma imprinted upon his very soul that became one with the Scarfox vessel he is today.

Hallucinations, fears, trembles from every creak, every crumble of stone in his decrepit castle, the voices luring, talking him down empty, abandoned, condemned corridors, cowering at his own shadow, expecting to be impaled with a sword at every minute--

-- that was his life before Matcha's mothery embrace, finding that trembling boy, and taking him in as her own. Her passion of tea, and caring, opening the boy up to calm and normality. Soon, he extended into a new passion, and excelled quickly in the matter: Pastries.

Finding a slot in her teahouse, a distraction from the abnormalities of his life and experiences, he found.. happiness, had he not known the word for it.

Perhaps now, the tragedy of a fox may finally close his weary eyes, and just let his muscle memory fo the work.

Submitted By arcanery1
Submitted: 2 years ago ・ Last Updated: 2 years ago