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I love Nico to bits but here's some angst for the soul
Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't fond of the dark at first. To be honest, he was terrified of it.
The dark reminded him of dreary shelters that he, his sister, and his mama had to hide in while sounds of planes, bombs, and war echoed all around them. It reminded him of sketchy alleys that he and his sister took shelter in when monsters hunted them down. It reminded him of the gray, cold walls of Westover, the last place he and his sister bore a somewhat semblance of peace. The last place him and Bianca were together.
(Camp Half-blood doesn't count, they were no longer Nico and Bianca when they went to camp. It was just Nico from there.)
It reminded him of that place. It reminded him of falling, of skies bathed in blood, of rivers screaming mercy and roaring with flames, of slowly suffocating while holding on a thin thread of hope that he'll be saved, it reminded him of pain.
(He can still hear it, feel it, taste it, the ultimate terror he felt when he was surrounded in a place designed to kill. Something inside him broke when he was at the Pit, a new ugly darkness bloomed like spiderlilys and started to grow in him every single day.)
So no, just because he was the son of the god of the Underworld, the embodiment of shadows and the dead, doesn't mean he enjoys the dark.
But he learned to embrace it, as morbid and fucked up as it sounds. He was already seen as dark by everyone around him, he was just merely playing the role that he was grown accustomed to through out the years.
He was only accepting the sole thing that was with him and never left him ever since. The only thing constant in his short (or was it long?) life. The entity that made his very soul its home, the one that wrapped him, seared into his body like a second skin. Afterall, he was the son of Hades, the Ghost King. Darkness is, and would always be, bound to him.
#nico di angelo#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#nico di angelo angst#angst#heroes of olympus#son of hades#sad thoughts
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May the moon's light shine upon every withering form and breathe life to hearts once beating for two.
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Graveyard thoughts:
There’s bitterness in knowing that you are beyond salvation. You learn to embrace thorns despite it drawing blood.
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The never ending cycle of, "reading because I am depressed" and "depressed because I am reading".
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It’s the middle of the night. Chiron should probably get some sleep. Looking out of his window he sees two boys, they’re stargazing. Achilles! He thinks. Patroclus!
It’s only then that he realises that Patroclus’ skin is way too white and as glorious as Achilles was, he definitely didn’t light up like a glow stick in the night. It’s not them. It’s just Nico and Will.
It’s been over 2000 years, they’re dead, Chiron, they’re dead.
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Alex: I prefer not to think before I speak. I like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth.
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Nico: I’m going to eat this entire jar of salsa, and no one is going to stop me.
Will: Nico.
Nico: One person is going to stop me.
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• My first try with toa
• Hope you can still see the difference between them -.-
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• Lester -> Meg -> Lavinia -> Austin -> Kayla
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•Part 3/???
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Magnus: And this is Alex. Don’t worry Alex doesn’t bite
Alex: Yeah, I chomp
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Will: You're loosing to much blood! Tell me, what's your type?
Nico: Blonde, blue eyes, looks like a surfer, kind of a dork but actually...
Will: I mean your blood type.
Nico: Oh... [looks at the wound] red type?
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Definitely not in trouble
Percy: Are we in trouble?
Chiron: Take a guess.
Percy: No?
Chiron: Take another guess.
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Percy: The risk I took was very calculated
Grover: WE ALMOST DIED!
Percy: I never said I was good at math
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