There were spots of color though, and whenever his dark eyes found them, he’s lighten up a bit on the inside. Now, Percival Graves was not a man of weakness. He was hard-headed, very set in his ways and was naturally a very good worker. ‘Where would you get in life without working?’ was something he lived by. Weaknesses in the end, could be used against him so the hesitance of any sort of weak spot was always on his mind. But, everyone had a weakness, intentionally or not.
And Percival’s happened to be alive and breathing, and probably at this very moment, sleeping snug in his bed. Some would see you as a weakness to Percival, others would say you were merely a soft spot. He would pick both though. You were his soft spot because he found himself unable to contain his level of professionalism and stoic gazes with you, and also, you were his weakness because Percival truly loved you. And emotions such as love came at a cost more often that not. Fortunately for the both of you, the only cost this far was him working late a few nights a week.
It was such a striking contradiction. Not many knew of what sort of life Percival lived outside of MACUSA. Many thought that he was as stoic and grumpy in private as he was with people out in public. But, that simply wasn’t the case. To know that he was capable of loving in a gentle way with you would cause people to perceive him as being able to actually feel, or even worse, it would allow people to think that he could actually be swayed. Which, really wasn’t true, he thought to himself. Percival was always very set in his ways, and though you helped bend him a little bit, he wasn’t sure if he wanted others to see him so vulnerable.