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    And Percy's hands, his hands were moving before he could stop them. Reaching out. Toward the table. Toward the spreading pool of crimson.

     

    "Percy, no, you don't have to—"

     

    But his fingers were already touching it. Making contact with the wet surface of the table. And the juice was warm. Body-warm from sitting out. And sticky. It clung to his fingers as he pulled them back, strands of red connecting his hand to the table like sinew, like tissue, like the strings that held bodies together before they came apart.

     

    The juice dripped from his fingers.

     

    Ran down his palm.

     

    Pooled in the lines of his hand like a river finding channels, following the creases, the grooves, mapping out his life line and his heart line in red.

     

    Drip.

     

    Aka: Spilled drinks had stopped being accidents after Percy learned what blood looked like spreading across the ground.

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    spilt juice and dripping blood by TopGun101

    Published: 2026-01-14
    Work ID: 77680856

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    Work Summary:

    And Percy's hands, his hands were moving before he could stop them. Reaching out. Toward the table. Toward the spreading pool of crimson.

     

    "Percy, no, you don't have to—"

     

    But his fingers were already touching it. Making contact with the wet surface of the table. And the juice was warm. Body-warm from sitting out. And sticky. It clung to his fingers as he pulled them back, strands of red connecting his hand to the table like sinew, like tissue, like the strings that held bodies together before they came apart.

     

    The juice dripped from his fingers.

     

    Ran down his palm.

     

    Pooled in the lines of his hand like a river finding channels, following the creases, the grooves, mapping out his life line and his heart line in red.

     

    Drip.

     

    Aka: Spilled drinks had stopped being accidents after Percy learned what blood looked like spreading across the ground.

    (Approximate) Last Read: 2026/01/19

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