"Silence is the best way to grieve. The ability to express your sorrow without the need of words." -
| In which Stefan and Damon find themselves tangled out in the fangs of Percy Gilbert the silent brother. They thought they were turning his world...
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Tattoo ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ━ 01. Pilot
Percy sometimes loved the reputation that people gave it was so amusing to watch how people took a day out of their lives to try and paint his.
Some people thought he was a coke addict that's gone off the deep end after his parents died. For the record he wasn't he barley did drugs but when he did he'd be out for a few days at least.
One woman thought he was involved in some teenage pregnancy scandal. Jokes on her Percy may be pansexual but he loved dicks more than chicks.
He took a swig from the brown Jack bottle while staring out the window as his eyes stared into the forest. Nature was his comfort zone somewhere he could be alone for hours without interference.
"And you're done." Marcus Percy's personal tattoo artist called out to him wiping the now finished piece off of his forearm making Percy smile at the flock of flacons around his bicep.
"Thank you Mark, I've been meaning to get a new piece for the longest." He told the older man who chuckled taking the ward of cash Percy handed him.
"No problem Percy, just stay out of trouble you and that one over there." Mark said pointing at Preston who had just got done with his own tattoo.
"We can't help it. Troubles our middle name." The twins said in unison freaking the man out even more but he was used to it making them chuckle.
"Later Marcus." They called out again making their way toward Percy's classic black Camaro.
"You think Jenna's going to grill us for not coming back in the house?" Preston asked him and Percy looked at him.
"Who the bloody hell cares? I can't stand being in the house it feels like somebody's choking me." Percy explained shaking his head.
Ever since his parents death Percy couldn't stand being inside the house without having some sort of panic attack every night. It was a constant reminder that his parents were good and dead that all he had left was Preston, Jenna, Jeremy and Elena.
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The twins walked into the house only to be met with Jenna who was walking downstairs. She paused seeing the twins before she motioned toward the stairs.
"Jeremy just said you two were sleeping but here you both are...so where the hell were you two?" Jenna asked raising an eyebrow.
"The club."
"The park." The twins said at the same time before looking at one another.
