They’d live together, and maybe eventually they’d have a couple of kids. It wasn’t the life Percy wanted, but, it was a life. His parents would be ecstatic to see Percy with Elvira. He tried his hardest to count his blessings, but in his mind all he could see was Argon.
He stopped by Patricia, who was grazing in her pasture. She came over to him immediately and nuzzled at him. He smiled and patted her big fuzzy head. She let out a small, mournful moo. Almost like she knew Percy was sad and needed comfort. He sighed and made his way to the front door. Opening it, he came face to face with Argon.
“Hello Percy.” He smiled warmly, his eyes shining. Percy spluttered, his mind racing. What was Argon doing in his house?
“Your parents invited me for dinner, remember?” Argon answered his unspoken question. Of course. Of course that day would be today, when Percy was at his wits end. Argon could have reminded him.
“Oh, yes. I forgot.” Percy mumbled.
“Percy!” Tobias boomed, walking over to them and clapping Percy on the shoulder.
“How are you son?” He smiled.
“I’m fine, dad. Just a little tired.” Percy mumbled.
“Been working my boy too hard, Argon?“ Tobias chuckled. Argon smiled back, seemingly completely at ease. How was he so relaxed? Percy wondered.
“Percy is very capable. He’s a quick learner.” Argon replied, settling himself down at the dinner table, where Venelope was laying out dinner.
“I’m glad to hear it. I knew this apprenticeship would be good for him.” Tobias said, helping himself to a gigantic plateful. Percy stayed silent, his head suddenly pounding. He was under so much stress right now, the secrets, the promises, and the hiding finally catching up to him.
Venelope quietly observed her son while Tobias and Argon chatted away to each other at the dinner table. She could see something was bothering him. Her only child, her baby. Her maternal instincts told her something wasn’t right. She had seen her son change recently, he’d become withdrawn and quiet. Her husband, although he was the love of her life, was sometimes blissfully unaware of the little things.
“Percy, I have to go and feed the chickens, would you help me? I feel like I’ve barely seen you recently. I could use the company.” She said softly, once dinner was finished. She kissed her husband on the head and gave a sweet smile to Argon, and set out to the coop, her son in tow.
“Are you okay, mother?” Percy asked, as he helped her. He knew that his mother wanted to talk to him, she’d never asked for help feeding the chickens before.
“I wanted to ask you the same thing, Percival. You’ve been so quiet lately. Something is wrong. I just want you to know that you don’t have to deal with it alone.” She smiled softly.
“I’m fine mum.” Percy lied, his heart heavy.
“Now, that’s just not true is it, darling? You don’t have to tell me, you’re a grown man now. But I hate to see you like this. Like you’re balancing the world on your shoulders.” She wasn’t looking at him, and Percy was thankful for that, because his eyes were filled with tears. Percy stayed silent. Venelope looked at him, and saw he was crying. She ran to him, enveloping him in her arms. It was more difficult now, because he was so tall, and Venelope was a tiny little thing.
“Darling, please, talk to me. You are our pride and joy, and it kills me to see you like this. Do you have any idea how loved you are?” She soothed, as Percy wept in to her shoulder.
Percy couldn’t help but think that perhaps he wouldn’t be as loved if they knew the truth about him.
“I’m just stressed, mum. Everything that happened with Elvie, the new apprenticeship… it’s just a bit much.” Percy said, once his tears had stopped flowing. Venelope was not stupid, and knew that Percy was keeping something from her. But she respected his privacy, and didn’t push anymore.
“There is nothing you could do that would stop your father and I from loving you. I just want you to know that.” She sighed.
Yeah, right. You don’t know what I’m capable of. Percy thought.
They made their way back to the house, where Tobias was laughing loudly at something Argon said. Argon caught Percy’s eye and frowned. He could see that Percy had been crying. Tobias, on the other hand, was oblivious. Percy was thankful for that right now.
“I’m going to go to bed, my head hurts.” Percy mumbled. Tobias frowned.
“We have a guest, son, don’t be rude.”
Venelope lay a hand on Tobias’ burly shoulder.
“Let him go.” She told him.
“Im sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I just… I need to sleep. Sorry, Argon.” Percy said.
“That’s alright. Hope you feel better soon, Percy.” Argon frowned. He was trying to stay nonchalant, but he was desperately worried.
Argon excused himself soon after Percy went to bed. He shook hands with Tobias, and gave Venelope a hug, and then stood outside the front door, unsure what to do. Suddenly, he heard,
“FUCK TIME INCOMING.” From Tobias, and that forced him in to moving. He crept round the side of the house and tapped, ever so softly, on Percy’s window. Percy appeared almost immediately.
“Are you okay?” Argon asked, his eyes searching Percy’s face, which was pale and blotchy from crying. Percy smiled weakly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“No. I’m not okay. I need to speak to you, as soon as possible.”
“So, speak to me now.” Argon urged, desperately trying to keep his hands by his sides, as they were itching to reach out and touch Percy, to comfort him in some way. But Argon could sense that now was not the time.
“No. We’ll speak tomorrow. Please, Argon. I must sleep. I’m exhausted.” Percy smiled again, and closed the window.
Argon swallowed hard, his heart stinging a little from Percy’s frosty demeanour. He assured himself he was overthinking things, and walked home.
The next morning came, and Percy had hardly slept. His heart felt too heavy for his chest. He was all cried out now, that cold, numb feeling had taken up residence inside him. It was easier for him, feeling nothing.
He got up, and washed and dressed quickly, before leaving through the window so he didn’t have to face his parents. He made his way to the forge, quickly, almost running. He wanted to get it over with, he wanted to tell Argon he was marrying Elvie. He convinced himself that once he had, he’d feel better.
He reached the forge, his heart pounding. He burst through the door, almost knocking over Jacob, Elvie’s father.
“Hello Percy.” Argon said, his face blank.
Percy looked from Argon to Jacob and back again.
“There he is!” Jacob beamed. “My future son-in-law!”
Percy looked at Argon in horror.
“Jacob here was just telling me about your engagement to Elvira. Congratulations, Percy.” Argon said, his face flickering with pain for just a moment, before going completely blank again.
“Elvie said you hadn’t planned on announcing it yet, but I knew something was going on. Me and Clara got it out of her eventually.” Jacob laughed, clapping Percy on the shoulder, as he stood there, horrified, his eyes fixed on Argon, who was now staring at the floor.
“We’d always hoped you two would get together!” Jacob continued. Percy wanted the ground to swallow him whole. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. He was never meant to find out like this.
“I’m guessing you haven’t told your parents yet, Percy?” Jacob asked, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
“No, I haven’t told anyone yet. It only happened last night… Elvie and I agreed we wouldn’t say anything.” Percy mumbled, more to Argon than Jacob.
“Ah, you can’t blame Elvira for that, my boy. We forced it out of her. Tell your parents soon, will you? Then we can all get together and plan the wedding!” Jacob rubbed his hands gleefully and bid Percy and Argon farewell.
After he left, Percy stared at Argon, inwardly begging him to say something. He didn’t. He didn’t even look at Percy, he just turned and began working.
“Argon…” Percy began, his heart thudding in his chest.
“Yes?” Argon replied, turning to face him. Percy was expecting him to be angry, to ignore him, or yell at him. He wasn’t expecting the look of agony he saw in Argon’s eyes.
“Argon, it isn’t what it seems. Elvie’s in trouble. Big trouble. Getting married is the only solution. I have to help her. I wish I could explain it all, but it’s not my story to tell.” Percy said, his eyes pleading for Argon to understand.
“You don’t need to explain Percy. We knew that this was coming, sooner or later. I fooled myself in to having hope, and that’s on me. We knew we could never happen. I just… I want you to be happy Percy. Even if it isn’t with me.” Argon looked earnestly in to Percy’s face, and Percy felt his heart shatter in to what felt like a million pieces. Even now, when Percy had hurt him immeasurably, Argon demonstrated nothing but overwhelming goodness and love.
“Please, Percy. Take the rest of the day off, go and tell your family. I need to be alone for a while.” Argon gave a small, blank smile, and turned back to the forge.
Percy walked out of the door without a word.
He walked to Elvira’s house, his head swirling with unwelcome thoughts. There was no going back now, the decision had been made. Percy and Argon were no more. He was engaged to Elvira, and they would marry. His heart was broken, and he desperately tried to claw back the numb, peaceful feeling that had offered him such comfort over the past few days. He reached the door of Elvie’s house, and knocked tentatively. Elvie opened the door and smiled at him. It wasn’t quite the dazzling, vivacious smile he was used to from her, but there seemed to be some genuine happiness there.
“Percy… I’m so sorry. Dad told me he’d already cornered you at the forge. They got it out of me. I’m so sorry.”
Percy shrugged.
“Let’s go and tell my parents.” He mumbled, taking her hand.
Elvie searched his face, and saw nothing but a stranger. His face was blank, pale and withdrawn. The pure, innocent Percy was gone, replaced by a man who looked utterly broken.
They walked through the village, ignoring the eyes that stared at their joined hands.
“How did Argon take it?” Elvie murmured, in a low voice.
“Far better than I deserved.” Percy replied, curtly. Elvie decided not to press the matter further, he clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it. They approached Percy’s home, their hands still clasped together.
“Are you ready?” Elvie asked, a little nervous now. Percy nodded once, his expression still blank. Then, he pushed open the front door.
Percy suddenly became animated, a huge smile on his face as he looked at his parents.
“Mother, Father. Elvie and I are getting married!” He beamed, picking Elvira up and swinging her in a circle once. Elvira was so shocked by his sudden mood change, she didn’t know how to react. Tobias slapped the table joyfully, cracking it in half.
“Percival Elgar!” He cried, standing up and bear hugging his son, before kissing his future daughter in law on the forehead.
“Finally! You’ve made it official! Welcome to the family, Elvie!” He boomed. Percival looked to his mother, who was still sat down. A brief look of confusion flashed across her face, before she broke out in to a wide smile.
“Congratulations darling!” She said, hugging Percy and Elvie. Percy chuckled and squeezed Elvira’s hand.
“Th.. thank you!” Elvie squeaked, still bewildered by Percy’s sudden mood change.
“Venelope! We’ll invite Jacob and Clara over for dinner tonight to discuss wedding plans! I’ll go invite them now!” Tobias smiled. Venelope set about making dinner, and chatted excitedly to Percy and Elvira.
“Oh Percy, I’m so proud of you. We’d always hoped you’d settle down with a nice girl, and Elvira is a dream come true. You’re going to be as happy as me and your father are, I can tell. Oh, weddings are so exciting!” She cried, brushing a joyful tear from her face as she set about making soups and meats.
“I’m going to take Elvie on a walk, mum. We’ll be back shortly.” Percy smiled broadly, leading Elvie out the door.
The second the door was closed behind them, Percy dropped back in to his sullen, blank expression.
“What was that?!” Elvie asked.
“What do you mean?” Percy replied, but it was almost as if he hadn’t heard her at all.
“You were suddenly Captain Happy back there! You almost had me believing you wanted to marry me!” She cried.
Percy sniffed.
“I tried to act how anyone else in the village would act if they were marrying you. Mother and Father would know something was wrong if I didn’t.”
“Are we making a mistake Perce?” Elvie said quietly.
“No. I have to keep you safe, Elvie. This is the only way.” Percy replied, but it seemed more like he was talking to himself now.
“You know I love you, Percy. Right?” Elvira said, squeezing his hand. Percy smiled then, a genuine one this time.
“And I love you, Elvira.”
They walked for a couple of hours, through the fields near their village, and when they returned, Tobias, Venelope, Jacob and Clara were sat around the dinner table. All eyes turned to them.
“We were beginning to think you’d ran off together!” Tobias grinned, beckoning both of them to the table. Percy glared at Clara. It made him sick to have her sat in his home, after what she did. She caught his eye and sneered. So she knew that he knew, and she clearly didn’t care. Percy fought for control of his emotions, willing that cold, detached numbness to come back to him. It didn’t.
They sat down together, and everyone began eating.
“You two are going to be so happy.” Venelope smiled across the table.
“Yes we are. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life protecting her, and I can promise you Jacob, no harm will ever come to her while I’m around.” Percy said, looking directly at Clara.
“I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for, Percival. Elvira isn’t like other girls.” Clara said, her smile dripping venom. The entire table looked at her, and she giggled sweetly.
“I mean, Elvira is such a spirited girl, I doubt your home life with her will be what you’re used to here.” She continued. Venelope frowned.
“What do you mean by that, Clara?” Venelope said, slowly.
“Well, he’s used to women who cook, and clean, and behave themselves, Venelope. You are his mother, after all.” Clara said, turning her icy gaze to Venelope.
Tobias began to speak, but Venelope immediately cut him off.
“Quiet, Tobias. Behave themselves, Clara? What do you mean by that?” Venelope had never liked Clara, but she did like Jacob, and had always kept her mouth shut whenever Clara made her little snide remarks. It didn’t help that Clara had a pretty badly disguised crush on Tobias, and had had one for years. Usually, it didn’t bother Venelope, but something about Clara, and the way she kept glancing at Percy and Elvie… like she was disgusted. Venelope was fighting to keep calm.
“Oh Venelope, you misunderstand me. I just mean, Elvira hasn’t had much… training, to prepare for becoming a wife.” Clara murmured. She was nervous now, Venelope was a tiny little thing, but her eyes were liquid rage right now. Underneath the table, Tobias rested his hand on Venelope’s leg and rubbed soothing circles in to her thigh with his thumb. Usually, this would cause Venelope to have 15.2 orgasms, but right now, it calmed her down. She wasn’t sure what it was, but her dislike for Clara had suddenly tripled. The table was quiet for a moment.
“So, a Friday wedding, of course. We want the gods smiling down on the happy couple.” Jacob interrupted the silence, looking slightly embarrassed at his wife’s rudeness.
“Yes, a Friday wedding. I believe we could get everything ready and have them married in just a couple of weeks. Are you happy for it to be as soon as that?” Tobias asked, looking at Percy and Elvie.
“The sooner the better, if you ask me.” Clara grimaced.
“Well, nobody did ask you. We’re asking our son, and Jacob’s daughter.” Venelope bit back.
The entire table went silent, once again.
Clara attempted to stutter out a response, but the words were trapped in her throat. Venelope was well known throughout the village to be the sweetest, kindest, most good natured woman you’d ever wish to meet, so for her to be so blatantly hostile went against everything she was as a person. Jacob coughed awkwardly.
“Clara doesn’t mean anything by it, Venelope. I think she’s just eager to see our little girl married.” He said, looking to Clara for confirmation. Clara had turned bright red with embarrassment, nobody had ever dared admonish her like Venelope had. She said nothing.
“Really, Jacob? Because it sounds to me like Clara can’t wait to get rid of Elvira. You took Elvie on when you married Jacob, you’re supposed to treat her like a daughter, yet every comment that’s escaped from your vile little mouth this evening has made it sound like you’re anxious to be rid of her.”
Tobias was not the sort of man to attempt to silence his wife, to make things easier. He knew she was a woman with her own mind, and he loved and respected that she stood up for what was right.
Percy was enjoying himself immensely, revelling in Clara’s discomfort. She deserved everything she got, and more.
“I don’t have to put up with this.” Clara finally said, standing up and heading towards the door.
Jacob, who was not a fan of confrontation, seemed at a loss for what to do. That was until he saw Elvie, silent tears streaming down her face. He walked over to her and enveloped her in a hug.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” He soothed. “Everything is going to be okay.”
Clara stood outside, vicious thoughts racing through her mind. She was annoyed that Jacob hadn’t stood up for her, and instead stayed inside with his bitch of a daughter, comforting her like she had been the one who was insulted! If only Jacob knew exactly what his little girl had been getting up to with Freya… he’d soon do the right thing and kick her out on the streets where she belonged. Clara had never been a fan of Elvira, always seeing her as some sort of competition for Jacob’s affection. When Elvie was growing up, everyone thought she was such a beautiful, adorable little girl. Only Clara saw her for what she really was, a nasty little viper. Still, she’d played the dutiful parent, and now was finally the time for Elvira to move out and leave Clara and Jacob alone for good. That bitch Venelope was unbelievable, making out like Clara was wrong for looking forward to finally being able to be the centre of Jacob’s world without his ratty kid interfering.
Still, Clara thought. Maybe a little payback was due. She could expose Elvira for what she really was, and maybe give Venelope a taste of her own medicine too. But not now. Now wasn’t the right time. What Clara had planned called for a much bigger audience to maximise the humiliation. Luckily, Clara smiled, there was a wedding coming up.
Clara walked back in to Venelope and Tobias’ home, her head lowered.
“Venelope, you’re right.” She murmured, her face a picture of contrite repentance. Everyone was staring at her.
“Elvira, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t wanted. Your father and I will miss you terribly. I’m just excited that you’ve found happiness with young Percival here. Please, say you forgive me for my rudeness.” She mumbled, wiping a tear from her eyes.
Venelope’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t falling for her impressive little performance. However, she kept her mouth shut. She was apologising, and that was the main thing. Jacob, who was still comforting Elvie, smiled at his wife.
“There now, sweetheart, see? I told you she meant nothing by it. Let’s just forget the whole thing shall we?“ He said, kissing his daughter on the forehead.
Elvie nodded, because she couldn’t bear to hurt her father, but she didn’t miss Clara’s triumphant smirk when she knew Jacob wasn’t looking.
The evening went smoothly after that, with Clara playing the humbled and repentant wife, staying pretty much silent.
The wedding was to take place in two weeks, and after that, the newlyweds would live in a cottage that Tobias had built some years previously, on the outskirts of town. Percy saw the joy in his parents eyes as they discussed his future, knowing he was settling down with a lovely wife. More than a couple of references to grandchildren were made, which made both Percy and Elvira blush. Soon, however, the dinner was over, and Clara, Jacob and Elvie left to go home. Venelope was cleaning up, and Tobias had gone to look over the cottage Percy would be living in once he was married.
“I’m sorry about tonight, Percy. I didn’t mean to make things awkward with Clara. That woman just… infuriates me. She doesn’t think of Elvie like a daughter, you can see it. She just wants her out of the house.” Venelope sighed.
“Sorry? Mum you were amazing!” Percy chuckled. “I can’t stand Clara, I’m glad you said what you said.”
“Why can’t you stand her? Has something happened?” Venelope asked, taking a moment to glance at her son.
“No, no. Not exactly. I just had the same feelings as you, like she doesn’t care for Elvie very much.” Percy had turned red at this point, and Venelope knew he was lying. Rather than push the subject, she decided to keep quiet. There had been enough arguments for one day.
The next morning, Percy awoke to Patricia mooing sweetly at the window. Percy chuckled, she was like a big, fuzzy dog sometimes. Then Percy remembered he had to go and face Argon, and his cow-related happiness disappeared. Percy thought about not going, but Argon deserved to have his say. Percy never meant for Argon to find out the way he did, but now that he had, Percy had to face the music, even if it scared him. He dressed quickly, desperately trying to ignore the small thrill in his stomach at the prospect of seeing Argon. He had to stop this now, he was engaged to be married, he had to stop living a fantasy. What he had with Argon was beautiful, but it was over. Percy had to accept that.
He reached the forge, and found Argon already hard at work.
“Hello, Argon.” Percy said quietly, twisting his fingers nervously. The forge went silent. Still with his back to Percy, Argon sighed and placed down his hammer.
“Let’s go for a walk, Percy.” He said finally, turning to face him. His eyes were swollen and red, like he’d been crying non stop. But even worse, his eyes looked lifeless, the light and love that usually radiated from Argon had just vanished. He looked.. defeated.
He followed Argon wordlessly, and waited for Argon to talk, or to shout, or to punch him. He wasn’t sure what reaction he was going to get, but he felt like he deserved it, whatever it was.
Argon stayed silent. He kept a distance from Percy. He didn’t look in Percy’s direction once, which hurt Percy more than words ever could. The carefree flirting had evaporated, and all that was left now was pain.
“Argon… I’m so sorry.” Percy said, suddenly, unable to bear the silence a moment longer. Argon stopped for a moment, and closed his eyes. Percy gawked at him, begging him inwardly to say something… anything.
After what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes and looked at Percy.
“I know.” He mumbled, his voice thick.
“I don’t know what’s going on with Elvira, but I know you didn’t do this to hurt me deliberately.” He said, beginning to walk again. Percy trailed after him.
“But deliberate or not, Percy… this is killing me. I’m such a fool. I convinced myself that we could work, that somehow.. something would change and we’d find a way to be together. And now… now you’re getting married. It’s just so final. It’s not fair.”
Argon’s eyes were streaming now, and he wiped the tears away angrily.
Percy had no idea what to say. His own eyes began to water, he couldn’t stand to see Argon in pain, even more so when he was the one who had caused it.
“I want to leave Percy. I want to sell the forge, pack up and leave forever. I can’t bear the thought of spending the rest of my life watching Elvie live the life that I should have. Watching the two of you living together, raising a family, being happy. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough.”
Percy’s heart sank. Argon couldn’t leave. Percy couldn’t imagine his life without him in it. The selfish part of him needed him to stay around, in whatever capacity he could.
“When’s the wedding?” Argon asked. Percy looked down at his feet.
“Two weeks Friday.” He whispered. Argon closed his eyes again.
“So soon.” He said, more to himself than Percy.
“I’ll stay for the wedding Percy. I’ll watch you marry Elvira, because I need the closure of knowing it’s really over… and then I’ll be gone. I hope you understand.”
But Percy didn’t understand at all.
Percy tried his hardest to think of something he could say to change Argon’s mind. He wanted to tell Argon how much he needed him to stay, how terrified he was of marrying Elvira and committing to this fake life… but he couldn’t. He knew it was selfish of him to want Argon to stay, he knew if the shoe was on the other foot he would be long gone, he wouldn’t be able to bear watching Argon live out his life with a woman. But the thought of Argon no longer being in his life tore him apart inside.
He wished there was another way, but he could see no other option. He had to keep Elvie safe, and this was the only way to do it. He would choose her well-being over his own every single time.
So, Percy didn’t say anything to try and convince Argon, even though every fibre of his being cried out in protest.
The pair walked back to the forge in silence, both of them absorbed in their own thoughts, both of them obsessing over what might have been if only things were different. Once they arrived, they worked in silence, both of them too afraid to utter a single word, in case they broke down completely. The day dragged on, until it was time for Percy to leave. He packed up quietly and slowly, desperately wanting to drag out the time with Argon. Even if they weren’t talking, just being around him soothed Percy’s soul, and the thought of leaving him tore him apart. He wanted to take Argon in his arms and never let him go, he wanted to tell Argon that they could run away together, to leave and never look back, and live out the rest of their lives together, the way it was supposed to be. But he couldn’t, he had a responsibility to Elvie now, and those dreams were never going to come true. He couldn’t delay any longer, and he murmured a goodbye to Argon. It broke his heart that Argon remained silent, his back to Percy.
Arriving home he found his mother and Elvie chattering excitedly in the kitchen. Elvie’s face had recovered now, and she had some light back in her eyes. She stood up when she saw Percy, and rushed in to his arms. Venelope smiled proudly as she watched her son wrap his arms around his future bride and kiss her gently on the top of her head.
She was so very proud of him, he’d taken on all of the best traits of her and Tobias. He was sensitive, kind, sweet, and protective, and Venelope couldn’t have been happier that he’d found someone to share his life with. She caught his eye as he embraced Elvie, and smiled warmly at him. He returned the smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Venelope hoped it was just nerves about the monumental step he was taking in his life. But something told her that there was more to it than that.
Tobias returned home, having spent most of the day fixing up what would become his sons home. He kissed his wife as she cooked dinner.
Tobias and Venelope were the envy of the village. Their marriage was rock solid, and they were still as obsessed with each other now, as they were 25 years ago. They barely argued, they always listened to each other, and they loved and supported each other constantly. Tobias wanted nothing more than to see his only child be as happy as he was, settled down with a wife who would give him babies and be there for him. It would be the making of Percy. Elvira was a lovely girl, beautiful, smart, with a heart of gold. They were a perfect match.
It was a week until the wedding now, and Clara was still obsessing over plans on how to get her payback on those who had wronged her. She was desperate for her revenge now, and the thought of retribution dominated her every waking moment. Her thoughts had started quite simply, she would make up some lies and spread them around the village. Not personally of course, but by letting the right people overhear snippets of conversation and letting them do the work for her. The village was small, and everyone knew everyone’s business.
But Clara decided this wasn’t enough, and her plans became more and more devious.
She had it all planned out now, and she could hardly wait for Friday to arrive. She was doing a service to the village. How could she let Percy, a decent enough young man, marry a woman who desired women? It was wrong, shameful. Clara had hidden Elvie’s secret because she was such a kind, wonderful stepmother, but she simply could not hide it any longer. It was wrong to let Elvie go through with the wedding when she didn’t love Percy like a wife should. Yes, she would force Elvie to tell the truth, and once she had, the entire wedding party would know her secret. Percy would no longer want to marry her, and Venelope would be toppled from her high horse.. all her wedding planning, ruined.
Clara was aware that the plan could backfire with Jacob, but she figured if she played it right, a few tears, anguished sobs, and Jacob would be eating out of the palm of her hand, just like he always did. She couldn’t wait to give that little bitch exactly what she deserved.
The last week had been a stressful blur. Percy had tried as enthusiastically as he could to get excited for the wedding, telling himself that the life he was going to live with Elvira would be a good one, even if it wasn’t the one he wanted. He’d taken time off from the forge, unable to spend time around Argon without sinking in to a deep depression. As hard as he tried to convince himself that he was doing the right thing by marrying Elvie, he couldn’t stop his body, his heart, his very soul from crying out for Argon. Being around him was doing nothing except providing temptation, and Percy had committed himself to Elvie now. It was time to let those dreams die.
Percy had begun helping his dad fix up the cottage in which Percy and Elvie would live once they were married. Tobias had built it years ago, and it had started falling in to disrepair.
It was beautiful though, like something from a fairy tale. Nestled partially in the woods, roses climbed the outside walls and filled the air with their sweet scent, there was a vegetable garden in the back, a chicken coop and a pasture so the newlyweds could keep chickens, and Patricia of course. A few days hard work and Tobias and Percy had fixed it up, and Percy almost felt excited to move in. The cottage had a big, open fireplace, and two bedrooms. One for Percy and Elvie, and one for their children.
“You’re going to make a wonderful father, Percival.” Tobias said one day, as they were building storage in the cottage. Percy gulped.
“Having your own children changes you, in ways you never expected. Your mother and I were so young when we had you… I worried I was going to do everything wrong. Your mother was amazing of course. She took to it so naturally, she knew exactly what to do from day one.” Tobias’ voice was soft, as he spoke adoringly of his wife. Percy listened, enraptured. It wasn’t often his father spoke to him like this.
“But I was terrified, I’d sit at your crib every night staring at you, wondering how on earth I’d helped to create something so perfect. You were so tiny, I could almost hold you in the palm of my hand. I’d panic at every cough, every sneeze, worried you were sick. I’d watch you sleep, watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest and I wondered what you’d grow to be. Your mother would laugh every time she saw me rush to your crib, because you’d let out the tiniest cry. She told me I was like a protective mother hen. She told me that you were strong, like me and I didn’t need to worry. But I did. Time went on and you grew, but I never stopped worrying about you. It shocked me, the lengths I would go to, to keep you safe. Every time you fell over, or bumped your head, or came down with a cold… I couldn’t bear to leave your side. Your mother would joke around, saying she’d tell the entire village how soft the ferocious Tobias Elgar really was.”
Percy felt a sob threaten to escape from his throat.
Tobias didn’t notice that his sons eyes were filled with tears.
“I’m so proud of you Percy. Of the man you’ve become. You are so much like your mother, even if you look like me. Everything I love about her, I see in you. Your kindness, your gentle nature, the way you see the good in everyone. You make me so proud to be your father. I couldn’t have wished for a better son. I want nothing more than for you to have the happiest life with Elvie, and to experience the joy of raising children, so you can feel exactly what I felt the day you came in to the world.”
Percy was crying openly now, blown away by his fathers words. They were happy tears, but tinged with sadness. Would his father say the same if he knew what secrets lay in Percy’s heart? He would do anything to make his father proud, and he’d rather die than disappoint him. He felt his resolve strengthen, pushing thoughts of Argon from his mind. Tobias was staring at him, shocked to see tears running down his face. Tobias wrapped Percy in a hug and held him.
“Why are you crying?” He asked.
“I just.. I really needed to hear that, Dad.” Percy sobbed.
“I love you, son. There isn’t a thing in this world that could stop me from loving you.” Tobias said.
Percy sniffed. He was pretty sure there was one thing that could.
The time was passing far too quickly, it was now 6 days until Percy and Elvira were to marry, and the entire village buzzed with excitement. Everywhere Percy went he was accosted by people he’d known since he was a baby, excitedly congratulating him on winning Elvira’s hand. He wished he could share in their excitement. The worst part was, every time someone stopped him to wish him luck in his marriage, Argon always seemed to be around to hear it. And every single time, it killed Percy to see Argon’s heart break in front of him. After the first few times, Percy didn’t see Argon around the village, and began to worry about him. He tried to stay away, but he had to make sure Argon was okay. One evening, he went on a walk, and found himself heading in the direction of Argon’s house. It was located behind his forge, tucked away in the woods. Percy felt his heart rate accelerate, the closer he approached.
What if Argon slammed the door in his face? Or worse, what if Argon was with another man, busy forgetting Percy in the arms of someone else?
But he had to know, he had to make sure he was okay.
He knocked on the door softly, almost hoping nobody was home. He heard shuffling from inside, and the door opened. Argon’s huge frame stood in the doorway. His eyes settled on Percy, and he gave him a small smile.
“Hello, Percy.” He said, crossing his arms. Percy tried not to focus on Argon’s bulging biceps.
“I just wanted to check if you were okay. I haven’t seen you around.” Percy said, his eyes dropping to the floor.
Argon chuckled.
“I can’t go anywhere without hearing about the wedding, and as much as I try to ignore it, it… hurts. So I’ve become a bit of a recluse, I’m afraid.”
Percy didn’t know what to say.
“Sorry, Percy. Would you like to come in?” Argon said, suddenly remembering his manners. Percy didn’t know whether it was a good idea or not, despite his determination and resolve, he was helplessly in love with the man in front of him, and being alone with him for any length of time carried a significant risk of Percy falling in to his arms again. He couldn’t do that now. He was engaged to be married, and he wouldn’t sacrifice Elvie’s safety for anything.
Argon could see Percy’s hesitation.
“Don’t worry.” He smiled. “No funny business, I promise.”
Percy stepped through to Argon’s house, his eyes devouring every little detail. He’d never been in here before. It was very well kept, warm and cozy, with a roaring fireplace and examples of Argon’s finest work displayed around the small living room. Gleaming swords, axes, and daggers adorned the walls. Percy smiled, Argon had a small armoury in here, but he was such a gentle, passive man. He displayed them because they were beautiful, not because he ever intended to use them. On a seat near the fireplace, a fat, fluffy cat snoozed peacefully.
Argon prepared drinks and gestured for Percy to take a seat. Argon picked up the cat and sat down, placing the furry little thing in his lap, where it immediately flopped down and began snoozing again.
“This is Muffin.” Chuckled Argon, as the cat began purring loudly. Percy smiled. It was so strange seeing Argon at home, he had only ever seen him sweating away at the forge, or picking up food in the village. To see him so relaxed was… comforting.
“How are the wedding plans coming along?” Argon asked, still staring at Muffin. Percy would have preferred to talk about anything but the wedding, the closer it got, the more trapped and helpless Percy felt. He found himself getting irritated easily, and he tried desperately to convince himself that he was irritated because weddings were stressful, but the truth was, Percy was furious. He was furious at the world for forcing him to hide who he was, and who he loved. He was angry that his future had been planned out for him, and he was helpless to change it. What gave these people the right to dictate who he could be? Who he could love? He had seen some of the marriages in the village, Clara and Jacob being a prime example, he had never seen Clara look at Jacob the way Argon looked at Percy. She was the main reason all of this was happening. She hurt and threatened Elvie when she found out Elvie was in love with Freya. He longed to confront Clara, and he had told Elvira this, but her horrified reaction had made it obvious that Elvie thought it was a bad idea. He was doing this for her. He would keep her safe. Whatever the cost. He snapped out of his thoughts, remembering that Argon had asked him a question.
“It’s going fine I guess. Elvie’s happy, and that’s the main thing.” He answered finally.
“And you, Percy? Are you happy?“ Argon asked immediately, his eyes boring in to Percy’s.
“No. No, I’m far from happy. I’m miserable. Every day is another step closer to me having to pledge my life to someone I’m not in love with, every day I’m closer to stepping in to a permanent lie that I can never escape from. How could I be happy? How am I ever going to be happy again?”
Argon was silent.
“You can still change it, you know.” He muttered finally.
“No. I can’t.” Percy cried. “If I lived my life the way I wanted to, I’d be giving up everything. My family, my friends… they won’t accept me for what I am. I thought you of all people, Argon, would understand that!”
“I think you underestimate your parents love for you, Percy. Your father isn’t like mine. He adores you. You’re his pride and joy. I think he would be happy, as long as you were.” Argon said, quietly.
“I think I know my parents better than you do, Argon. I’m so sick of everyone thinking they know what’s best for me! I guess it’s okay for you isn’t it? You don’t have any retribution to worry about, your father is dead!” Percy said, cruelly. He clapped his hand over his mouth, instantly regretting his words. Argon stared at him, his eyes sad.
“Percy.. I.. I think you should leave.” He said.
Percy rushed to him, spluttering out apologies. Argon pushed him gently, but firmly away.
“Please, Percy. Leave.” He said, turning away. Percy wiped the tears from his eyes, and walked out the door.
Clara could barely contain her glee. It was the day before the wedding, and soon Elvira would pay for all the aggravation she’d caused. Clara had been an impeccable actress this past week, attending dress fittings, offering support, and generally playing the loving stepmother. Clara was sure even Elvira was convinced. Venelope… less so. Not that it mattered. Venelope would soon have her comeuppance tomorrow, when Clara would finally have the opportunity to exact her revenge. She couldn’t wait.
Elvira sighed heavily. Tomorrow was the day. Everything was planned, down to the last detail. She’d finally be out of Jacob and Clara’s house, and a married woman. She would miss her father terribly, but she couldn’t wait to be free of Clara’s grasp. Although, Clara had been almost bearable this week, actually complimenting Elvie on her dress, and her hair. She had told Elvie how proud she was of her, and Elvie had almost forgotten how vile and vicious she actually was for a moment. That was of course until Venelope was out of earshot and Clara instantly returned to her sneering, usual self. She was clearly only being nice to appease Venelope. It didn’t matter, everything would fall in to place tomorrow, it was time to grow up, and stop harbouring dreams of a life with Freya.
Freya… Elvie had to see her before she made those vows in front of the entire village. She had to hold her in her arms, even if it was for the final time.
Freya had been more understanding than Elvie felt she deserved, taking the news that their relationship was over and Elvie was getting married so well that it had shocked her. Of course, Elvie should have known she would. Freya was the sweetest, most gentle woman Elvira had ever known. It was the entire reason Elvie had fallen in love with her.
She walked to Freya’s house, her heart pounding. Freya had no family, so whenever they had met up for their secret trysts, it had always been at Freya’s house. She knocked the door and waited.
Freya opened the door, and gave a smile so beautiful, Elvie’s heart felt like it would burst.
Elvie rushed in to her arms, breathing heavily in the the delicate skin of Freya’s neck. This was where she belonged. Freya was her home, her safe place.
Freya held her for a moment, before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Elvie.” She whispered, the name on her lips sounding like a prayer.
“I had to see you.” Elvie whispered, clinging desperately to her.
“I know, darling. I’ve missed you so much.” Freya replied, cupping Elvira’s face in her hands and kissing her softly on the mouth. Elvie’s eyes filled with tears, but they were tears of relief, tears because she was finally back in the arms of the woman she loved. It was bittersweet, as the thought crossed both of their minds that it was their last night together. Without words, they went to the bedroom, determined to lose themselves in each other, to forget the world for one more night. Neither of them could bear to think of it as a goodbye.
Percy was distraught. It had been almost a week since he had lashed out at Argon. It wasn’t like Percy at all, to lash out at anyone, let alone the man he adored. The stress of lying, the wedding, and the expectations placed upon him were too much to bear. He had to make it right somehow, he had to say sorry. He rushed out of his house and ran to Argon’s, his mind racing the entire time. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he couldn’t leave it like this. He couldn’t bear the thought of Argon being mad at him for one more moment. He arrived at the house, having ran the whole way, and banged on the door breathlessly. The door flew open, and there he was.
Argon.
“What do you want, Percy?” Argon frowned. He was still angry. Percy could see it in his eyes. After what he had said, Percy wasn’t surprised at all.
“I… Im so sorry, Argon. I was a fool, too blinded by my own anger to care about what I was saying.” Percy cried, rushing to get his words out. Argon raised an eyebrow.
“I can’t believe I said that to you, it was heartless, and cruel, and…”
“Not like you at all.” Argon finished. “Percy, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. You don’t have a spiteful bone in your body. It’s one of the things that made me fall for you. What frustrates me is how blind you are to everything, how you refuse to accept any possible future apart from the one that’s hurtling towards you. I’m crazy about you, Percy. If you asked me, even now, to run off in to the night with you and never look back, I would. I’d do anything to be with you. No matter what it cost me.” Argon placed his hand on Percy’s cheek. Percy leaned in to it.
They were still stood at the front door. Argon gestured for him to come in.
“Getting away from here is all I’ve thought about over the past week. Running away, escaping all of this… it’s all I want. But I can’t do that Argon. I have to protect Elvie. I know I haven’t explained it to you, but she needs me. She needs this marriage. She’s in danger if it doesn’t happen. If there was any way I could…” Percy stammered, his hands balled in to fists. Argon kneeled beside him and took his hands.
“I understand, Percy.” He smiled. “Your selflessness is another reason I love you.”
They were quiet for a moment, listening to the sound of the fireplace crackling.
“There’s nothing I want more, than to be with you, Argon.” Percy whispered finally, his eyes filling with tears.
“I know, Percy. There’s nothing I want more than to be with you. But.. it just isn’t to be.” Argon murmured back, his thumb stroking circles on the back of Percy’s hand.
“Everything happened so quickly… one moment we were in each other’s arms, and now… you’re to be married. Tomorrow. It’s not how I pictured things.”
“I know. But.. maybe…” Percy began.
“Maybe what?” Argon asked, his eyes searching Percy’s.
“Well, maybe we could… just forget about the wedding for tonight. Maybe we could just be together, here and now.” Percy rushed the words out, his cheeks reddening. The warmth of Argon’s hand in his was so comforting, being close to him felt so right. He wanted to lose himself in the moment, he wanted to forget all about Elvie, all about the wedding, all about his responsibilities, and just be with Argon.
“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea Percy.” Argon muttered once he’d worked out exactly what Percy was suggesting.
“Wh..why? Don’t you want to?” Percy asked, a heavy sense of embarrassment and rejection settling in to the pit of his stomach.
“Oh I want to, Percy. I’ve wanted to for a very long time. But I think if I had you, even just once, I’d be unable to let you go. I couldn’t hold you in my arms after making love to you, and then watch you leave to marry her. It would break my heart irreparably. More so than it already is.” Argon sniffed. Percy felt his eyes sting with the promise of tears.
“I.. I should go.” He said, standing up. Argon nodded, silently. Just before he reached the front door, Argon gently turned him around. He placed his hand at the back of Percy’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss. As their lips touched, Percy felt like his heart sighed. Like he was taking his first breath after drowning for so long. It was a sweet, gentle kiss. A goodbye. They broke apart, and looked in to each other’s eyes. Argon pulled him back in to his arms and embraced him. Percy rested his head on Argon’s chest and listened to the gentle thrumming of his heart. He had to savour this moment. He etched the feelings that swirled around his mind and body in to his memory. The peace, the love, the feeling of belonging. He wanted to remember every second of it. He wanted those memories to be a buoy he could cling to when he felt like he was drowning. He wanted to remember forever, what it felt like to love someone so much, so deeply. Percy would forever be Argon’s, no matter what vows he took. He would always be his.
“I love you.” Percy whispered. Argon swallowed hard, and Percy knew he was crying.
“I love you too, Percy. I always will.” He replied. Percy took a deep breath, kissed Argon once on the lips, and left the house, trying his hardest to ignore the sobs of his beloved echoing in his ears as he closed the door behind him.
Percy hardly slept. In his mind, he replayed every moment he’d spent with Argon, every word, every touch, every kiss. He’d never felt so utterly miserable in his entire life. With the wedding just a few short hours away, reality was dawning on him. In a few hours, he’d be a married man, settling in to his new life with Elvira by his side. A life marred by lies, secrets and regrets. There was no turning back now, no time to change things. Everything was such a mess. Before the wedding, he’d had time on his side. He knew he couldn’t be with Argon, but he had time to share with him, time to walk with him, eat with him, hold him and just be with him, even if it wasn’t forever. Now his future was hurtling towards him and Percy was powerless to stop it. As he watched the night slip away, and the first kiss of dawn creep through his window, Percy lay in bed and cried until he finally fell asleep.
Elvira wasn’t sleeping either, after she’d left Freya’s house, still euphoric after making love to her for the last time, she had returned home to find her father asleep in bed, and Clara waiting for her at the dinner table.
“Welcome home.” She’d sneered, her voice dripping with vitriol. Elvira stayed silent, and attempted to make her way quietly to her room.
“Where do you think you’re going?“ Clara asked, patting the seat beside her. Elvie reluctantly sat down.
“Where have you been?” Clara asked.
“I went for a walk.” Elvie lied, her eyes to the floor. A resounding slap rang through the house, and Elvie clutched her face in shock.
“Don’t lie to me. You went to see her, didn’t you?”Clara said, a satisfied smirk on her face.
“N..no!” Elvie stammered. A second slap across the face knocked the wind out of her, and tears sprang to her eyes.
“I said, don’t lie to me. After all the trouble and heartache you’ve caused, you couldn’t resist doing it one more time could you? You bring shame on this family, Elvira. You don’t deserve this wedding, you don’t deserve to have a carefree little life, while on the inside you’re living this disgusting lie.”
Elvie took a deep breath to calm herself.
“I didn’t choose to be this way, Clara. I was born like it. I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to, despite how much it hurts me. After tomorrow I won’t see Freya again, I’ll make my father proud. I’ll live out my life with Percy. Nobody gets hurt this way.” She said quietly, her cheeks red from where Clara had struck her. Clara laughed derisively.
“You chose to be this way. You wanted to cause as much devastation as possible, because you couldn’t stand your father beginning to put me, his wife, first. You couldn’t bear for the attention to be off you. So you did this, I suppose you thought any attention at all is better than no attention, is that it? Well it isn’t going to work, Elvira. I’ve put up with you for too long. It’s my time now. Once you’re married, I’ll be happy if your father and I never see you again.” Clara practically spat out the words, her eyes so full of hatred as she looked at her, it made Elvie shudder.
“Go to bed. Be thankful I’ve kept your little secret, however much it disgusts me. Go.” Clara said, pointing to Elvie’s bedroom door. Elvie got up, rushed in to her bedroom and cried until the sun came up.
Clara smiled to herself. It was almost showtime.
The sun began to rise over the village, bathing it in soft, golden light. Percy had given up trying to sleep, and was instead sat in the pasture with Patricia, watching her graze contentedly. She looked particularly adorable today, as Venelope had made the cattle sweet little bows to wear around their necks, because she felt like everybody, including the cows, should be a part of todays celebrations. Most of the cows had pulled off their bows, but Patricia loved hers, and it had almost made Percy laugh when she approached him, looking proud as punch of her fancy new attire.
It was going to be a beautiful day. Percy wasn’t sure what time it was, but the air was already warm, and the sweet scent of summer filled the air. He didn’t want to move, but he knew he had to. He gave Patricia a stroke, took a deep breath, and made his way home.
Elvira felt terrible. Her stomach felt like it had been weighed down with lead. Her eyes were swollen and puffy from the tears she’d been crying all night, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to get through the day. She had an awful feeling that something dreadful was going to happen.
Her father, Jacob, knocked tentatively on her door. Wiping her still wet eyes, she called for him to enter.
He was smiling broadly, but his face dropped as soon as he saw his daughter.
“Elvie? What’s the matter darling?” He asked, perching on the side of her bed.
“Nothing, dad. Just nerves that’s all.” Elvie lied, leaning in to his outstretched arms.
“You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, darling.” He soothed. Elvie sniffed.
“I know. I want to marry Percy, dad. He is a good, kind man.” She said, trying her hardest not to collapse in to tears again.
“He is. He will treat you well. He damn well better, anyway.” Jacob muttered, darkly. Elvie gave the smallest giggle.
“I have to go and get ready to meet Venelope. She’s doing my hair today.”
“Venelope? Isn’t Clara doing it? She is your mother after all.” Jacob frowned.
“Uh.. no, dad. I wanted a very specific hairstyle, and Venelope knows how to do it… so she’s doing it.” Elvie lied again. Clara had given her daggers when Elvie asked if she would help do her hair earlier in the week. Elvie had tried so hard to make amends with Clara, not just recently, but over the years. She’d endured Clara’s insults silently, not even telling Percy how bad things were. The only relief that Elvira had, was that after today, she would no longer live with her. She would be free. She thanked the gods for that at least.
“Today is the day my boy!” Tobias roared, throwing open the front door enthusiastically to let in the morning air, and accidentally sending it flying off its hinges. Venelope sighed adoringly, marvelling at her husbands strength.
“Don’t start please mother. You’ll have a constant free house after tonight.” Percy groaned.
“Percy my boy, love is what makes a marriage. If you feel for Elvie half of what I feel for your mother, your marriage will be a happy one. My passion for your mother has only grown stronger after all these years. You’ll understand it all soon enough, when Elvie is your wife.” Tobias smiled, kissing his wife gently on the forehead.
Percy sighed and attempted to eat. He didn’t feel any passion for Elvie, and he never would. Love, yes. That’s the whole reason he was doing this. But it was the love of a protective older brother, the love of a best friend. Not the love of a husband.
“Come on now. You and your father have some setting up to do in the meadow. Elvie will be here soon to get ready.” Venelope practically shooed the both of them out the door.
The wedding was taking place in the meadow at the back of the village. The meadow where Percy and Argon had sat and talked so many times, the meadow where Argon had broken his heart. It was a beautiful place, lush and green. Wildflowers were everywhere, adding colour and beauty, and birds twittered softly in the trees, the sound of the nearby stream gently flowing added to the overall feeling of peace and tranquility. Percy and Tobias made their way there, Tobias humming softly to himself. Percy felt like Tobias was waiting for him to speak, but he had nothing to say. As they reached the meadow, Percy gasped.
It was gorgeous. Tobias had built a beautiful wedding arch, carved in wood, ornate patterns carefully etched in to it, with roses and wildflowers clambering over the frame. Chairs had been laid out already, enough for the entire village, and the aisle which Elvie would walk down was a blanket of crimson rose petals. It was stunning.
“Dad..” Percy began. He was overwhelmed at the love and effort that had gone in to everything.
“Do you like it?” Tobias asked, turning to face his only child.
“I love it. It… it’s beautiful.” Percy stammered, totally blown away.
“I’m glad you like it, Perce. I wanted everything to be special for the two of you. It’s not every day my boy marries the love of his life.” Tobias smiled.
Not any day, thought Percy, because he wasn’t marrying the love of his life.
“So there’s nothing to set up?“ Percy asked.
“No, your mother has some silly idea that you shouldn’t see the bride until she walks down the aisle. She just wanted you out of the house, your clothes are at your cottage. I just wanted to make sure you liked.. all this.” Tobias gesticulated.
“I love it dad. And so will Elvie. Thank you.” He gave his father a long hug.
They began walking to Percy’s new home, to get changed and ready for the big day. As they left the meadow, Percy took one last look over his shoulder. In the distance, he coul