Even Wolves Roam In Packs: Percival x Reader

Even Wolves Roam In Packs: Percival x Reader

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"May I have a flower, miss?" he asked the young woman, clad in a simple brown dress. She turned in surprise to see the blonde man before her. Tears welled up her eyes as she dropped the flowers to the floor. She flung her arms around the man before her, tears staining his coat. (Name) woke with a jump. She felt like he was really there once more and it sent shivers down her spine. She shakily stood from her bed. She could kill for a drink, knowing all too well that she would now be unable to drift back to sleep. She didn't bother to check the time, as with a flick of her wrist, he clothes changed. Grabbing her coat, she headed out to the somber streets, where everyone else was asleep. (Name) couldn't help but feel as if he was still there, watching and waiting for Merlin knows what. Even so, she felt like she couldn't breath in her stuffy apartment.
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