𝐑ory.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “I bet you’re just itching to be there,” Rory remarked with a sardonic twist, letting the taste of irony mingle in the air with the bittersweet tang of their wine.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ biding his time to allow the evening unfold in its own steady rhythm. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “How far along are you, exactly?” Rory queried, looking down at the progress that has been made thus far, contemplating the time it would take for his rising hunger to be satiated.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ —in his hand before he looked back up to meet Percy’s gaze directly. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “Well, shit.” Rory muttered through a sigh, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his hopes of sampling the purchased liquor evaporating like morning mist.