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May 19 2018, 08:20 AM
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Nico felt tremendously offended, and underestimated. Apparently, he did not know well enough the dangers that inhabited the Underworld, nor was he really familiar with the place, and consequently, his dear and attentive father had assigned him a kind of... bodyguard, something that Nico sincerely did not think was necessary. After all, he could protect himself, and was unsure whether a succubus could protect him, if the situation required reinforcements. Wild, rebellious, bloodthirsty hellhounds? Perhaps rogue spirits who refused to stay down there for all eternity? he could handle them, and besides, we had to keep in mind that Hades sent him most of the time to catch or kill those hellhounds or spirits, so the whole bodyguard thing... didn't make sense.
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The only explanation he had satisfied himself with was that Hades was hiding something from him. Surely he was planning something, something big and dangerous and apparently of no concern to him, and he had stuck the succubus so that he wouldn't stick his nose where it didn't belong. He repeated it again, he felt offended. The demigod could have stayed away from his father if that had been his wish, he did not need to be kept away with some kind of knight in silver armor. Nico had managed to escape the succubus's field of vision more than once, he was agile and light, but right now he could not seem to lose sight of her. They were walking near the River Styx, a river that he had grown quite fond of, and he thought that... well, she would not let him out of her sight, so he could make her company useful.
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The succubus had supposedly worked eons for his father, and was fiercely faithful and loyal to him, something he appreciated. Not many souls in the Underworld were too loyal to Hades, but he was not surprised either. No one seemed to want to be locked up in the Underworld after all. Even Hades' most loyal servants would not stay if someone offered them a way to escape. Pain... The dark-haired teenager wasn't sure what she would do, he didn't know her, and she didn't know him, so he couldn't be sure how she felt about him either. He had heard rumors that the succubus and his father had been... close, but again, he could not confirm anything, unless he asked her, but... it would be a terrible way to start a conversation, after having intentionally ignored her for the last few hours.
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"Is it true that there is a place called the Fields of Punishment?" the boy suddenly asked, keeping his empty gaze fixed on the river, genuine curiosity sprouting in his words. Father had hardly bothered to tell him about the surroundings of the Underworld, and while he had discovered several locations in the kingdom on his own, he would also not mind having a guide from time to time, just in case. He was aware that the Underworld was a dangerous place, and he did not want to fall where he should not like tartarus, for instance. Better safe than sorry. He said nothing more, giving the creature time to respond, if she so wished.
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Goodbyes were... horrible, there was no other way to describe them. The days before he boarded the plane had been spent with his mother and Bianca, enjoying the time they had together before the boy had to leave for America as an exchange student. The teachers had said that it was a great opportunity, because only a few, usually the best ones when it came to English, were chosen from all over Italy, so as expected his mother had not been able to refuse that opportunity, even though it meant being separated from her son for a whole year. Bianca seemed happy with the news, though Nico could see the sadness behind her eyes. Still, he knew they were happy for him.
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He had spent the last few nights lying on the roof of their house, accompanied by his sister, stargazing, trying to find out the constellations. Bianca knew them all, and tried to get Nico to learn them, but he could barely remember 2. He knew some, mostly the ones Bianca mentioned the most, because they were her very favorites. He had also been spending a lot of time with their mother, helping her with everything he could. And some afternoons, they would sit in the middle of the living room, and their mother would start braiding Bianca's hair, and Nico would start braiding it for her mother. His sister had taught him how to braid hair, and he liked to practice that skill because of the smile they both showed him every time he did.
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Those days had been nice, perfect... the last day, not so much. It had been quieter, the family knowing that after having lunch, their little boy would no longer be home. Nico had tried to brighten the mood, and he had achieved said goal, judging by the bright smile Bianca had offered him, and his mother had just chuckled heartily at his horrible joke, shaking her head, surely not believing that her child would leave home so soon, even if not permanently. He'd be back in Venice next year, and everything would be back to normal. That's what he told them, trying to reassure them.
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The problem is, Nico wasn't reassured himself. His English was not awful, he had been chosen for a reason, but he was not used to speaking it either, unless it was in his classes, and with his teacher, Mrs. Dodds Percy Jackson reference, everyone. you're welcome. But other than that... he always spoke Italian, after all, it was his mother tongue, and the language spoken in Venice. Of course, it was an exchange program for you to practice the language you were studying, so Nico figured going to America, where everyone or most of them spoke English, would be beneficial for his learning, hopefully. It calmed him down, slightly. But then there was the problem of being with a family he didn't know. A family that would take him into their home for a whole year. A family that might hate him or maybe just put up with him. That was what really terrified him.
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Returning to the point, after saying goodbye to his mother and sister, a farewell that involved several hugs and kisses and perhaps a few tears, he was picked up by the student council of his school, who escorted him to the airport, accompanied by the other students who had been selected for the exchange. They were all speaking English to each other, practicing it, and... they seemed much more advanced than him. They mentioned several words that he did not understand, although he did not know if it was because they were mispronounced or because they were too advanced for him. Anyway, he shouldn't worry. They all had different levels of English, after all, and with that trip they would improve it.
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The plane trip was short, but there were other trips in between. Every student had a destiny. Some Chicago, some New York... him? Texas. So he had to take another trip to Texas and... well, when he got there, he didn't know what to think. It was... so different from Venice. The landscape was anything but flat, dunes and mountains sprouting from the ground like branches of a tree, sparkling with the bright sunlight that gave each tree and bush an orange hue. But that was the scenery, they weren't even close to a city yet. It is where they were going with the bus he was now in, watching through the window as they left such a wild landscape behind, approaching the city. Not completely, though.
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The city was nearby, they could get close by bike or car quickly, but they didn't get in completely, which made Nico assume that the house he was assigned to was outside the city, out of the bustle. They parked in front of a nice house, which seemed extremely cozy, although he didn't notice the house too much, not after seeing what was in... the backyard? Were they cows? huge cows with horns looking at him with empty eyes as they chewed on grass, or whatever it was. The boy got off the bus, and then unloaded his black suitcase, where he carried everything he needed for a year away from home. The man who accompanied him, one of the people in charge of all the student exchanges, smiled down at him, and they both walked to the door.
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As they approached, the teenager could hear a sweet song coming from inside the house. It reminded him of when his mother used to sing to them at night, before going to bed... he missed her already. Nico assumed that the woman who was singing was Mrs. Solace, the woman he was going to be living with, who he knew had a son. The exchange students were usually exchanged for another student, but the mother of the student who was now to be with his own family had to leave on business outside of Texas, and Mrs. Solace had offered to take him in. They had had to pass several tests and check several things, but in the end everything had worked out well, fortunately.
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The man knocked on the door, and Nico swore his heart had stopped at his chest. He wasn't prepared. He definitely wasn't ready. But maybe, maybe he was.
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<div style="font-size:9px;">tag: Will Solace | notes: i got carried away, again. solangelo gets the best of me what can i say. also i wanna use troye sivan's songs for everything solangelo can i? thank you! also also i expect will to be wearing a cowboy hat pretty pls, it'd be hilarious. also also also i'm assuming they're their actual age?? idk anymore. sorrynotsorry for the length i love you | ♥</div>
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He was about to do something crazy. Nico had been refraining from smashing his head against the table for... 10 minutes, because clearly everyone attending high school knew that if you hit your head hard enough against your desk, you could die, hopefully. And Nico at the time was really weighing his possibilities. On the one hand he had the option of listening to Mrs. Minerva talk about... whatever she was talking about, he wasn't really sure, he wasn't even really sure in which class they currently were, and on the other hand he had the option of ending his suffering. And at the time, the second option seemed a hundred times more appealing.
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Look, it's not like he had anything against Miss Minerva. She was a smiling and pleasant woman who genuinely cared about the education of her students. The problem is that she was one of those teachers who was always trying to strengthen the bonds that united the students. The classmates, they said, were like family. The teachers seemed to think that everyone in the same class got along well, and they couldn't have been more wrong. Nico, for example, didn't get along with anyone, and in his defense he could calmly say it was because... well, his classmates were idiots. Seriously, you don't believe me? Let's check it out.
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We had Travis, for example, who enjoyed playing jokes on all the teachers immensely. He was always caught, and it was still a mystery to Nico how he had not been expelled, or how he had not failed a term, for he did not appear to be one of those students who spent every free period immersed in books. Next up was Drew, who spent insane hours doing her makeup, nails, and hair at class. She well knew that such things were not allowed in class, but as expected, she didn't care. People like her were the ones who made him angry. Those two profiles should be enough to support his defense.
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Now, as we were saying, Minerva loved to make the class work as a team, as he had seen in the other years he had been with her. And before that, he hadn't been seriously bothered by it, he had always had Jason or Percy, who he could call on whenever a partner or group project came up. Now, instead... well, they weren't in his class. I know, his fucking luck, right? the funny thing was that the two best friends he had were in the same class. He was the one who was left alone, again. And now Minerva would surely send a partner project that would be worth half of the final grade and all the students would get up to find a partner while he sat there, cursing each and every pair of partnering exercises that existed on earth.
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Now, not everyone got up. No one got up, actually. Minerva did announce that they were going to do a project in two, which would indeed be worth half of the final grade. But... she was going to make the partners. Fantastic. As she listed random names, Nico was content to look at her intently, glaring with his most menacing and deadly gaze, which obviously meant not to set him up with... anyone he didn't know. There were people he had talked to, there was Piper, the girl with the feathers in her hair. Nico could stand Piper, Piper was known, Piper was someone he could work with and perhaps feel comfortable with... and with his sharp look, he wanted to let the teacher know that.
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But of course not. Of fucking course not.
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Hearing his name being mentioned, he prayed to all the known gods that his partner would be Piper, just her and no one else, but... apparently the gods hated him. Hadn't his intimidating gaze been of no use? It wasn't even a name that came close. Will Fucking Solace. Will Solace was the name that the teacher so happily announced, and then continued to name different partners, which sounded dumb to his ears. With a scowl, his dark eyes scanned the classroom until they encountered the figure of the blonde boy. Oh, shit. He had seen him before, talking to almost everyone in the class, always smiling and laughing. The guy was practically a walking sun. A eternal ray of blasted sunshine. Just seeing his shiny sunny hair hurt his eyes. When the teacher was finished, the students began to move, approaching their partners. Nico didn't move, he stayed in his place, hoping... I don't know, that Will would complain about his partner or something?. Maybe he just hoped Will wouldn't move... But again, his bloody luck. The blonde teenager approached him, smiling. Nico wanted to punch him, see if he still smiled after losing all his teeth.
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It was unbelievable that there was a whole day dedicated to the supposedly glorious God of Love. With roses decorating each store, with smiles and blushes decorating the faces of some lucky people, with the image of a chubby baby holding a stupid arch decorating several cards in which you could find any kind of cheesy writing, typical of Valentine's Day. If only people knew what Cupid really looked like, if only they knew what he really was like... they probably wouldn't worship him as much, as he himself had decided to do. Valentine's Day was sickening, and if he were back at Camp, he wouldn't even bother to leave his cabin. He would have stayed there all day, not caring about anything or anyone. It was not as if he was going to endure an entire day dedicated to Eros by his own free will.
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Unfortunately, he didn't have a cabin to lock himself in, he didn't even have a place to run to. Fantastic, the world was truly on his side. Honestly, he wasn't even listening to the blond demigod anymore, who he assumed would have started to list various reasons why they should visit the Carnival that was catching the attention of everyone in the city, which had a good part to it, because the town was almost deserted, and that was certainly a relief. Anyway, back to the point, Will and his seemingly relentless insistence on going to the carnival, a suggestion Nico had said 'no' to more than 10 times, but nothing, the blond didn't seem to give up.
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The son of Hades was content to look at the son of Apollo, marvelling at his glowing blond hair that seemed to shine even brighter thanks to the radiance of the sun, his mesmerising blue eyes that Nico would swear changed colour, from dark to light without warning. Will's eyes are the bluest blue to ever blue, fight me on this. The boy shook his head, remembering that right now he should not be admiring the boy who wanted to drag him to the last place on earth where he would like to be. And okay, he was aware that.... well, Valentine's Day was a couples thing, and they had already skipped their first Christmas together, so Nico assumed that Will would want to make their first Valentine an adventure together, but Nico was definitely not willing to worship the stupid God who, let's remember, had forced him out of the closet in front of Jason when he had not been prepared.
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Di Angelo sighed exaggeratedly, rolling his dark eyes, only wishing that Will would please shut up and give in. They could spend the day anywhere, as long as it wasn't near the couples who thanked the God of Love for finding their soul mate, but the Fates didn't seem to be on his side. The demigod was beginning to get angry, because he had already refused the invitation, but he also felt... guilty. After all, he hadn't explained to Will why he seemed to hate and abhor everything about Eros. And he hadn't really thought about it either.... it was true that he had opened up to Solace, more than to many other campers, and he trusted Will... but... tell him something so personal, something that only Jason knew? Only the thought of it sent electrical currents down his back. Too personal, that would make him look too vulnerable, wouldn't it?.
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"Will, I'm not doing it," he repeated for what seemed to be the hundredth time, shrugging, looking down at him from where he sat. He had grown tired of listening to him on his feet, so he had decided to sit on a bench and ignore him, nodding from time to time, not really listening to half of what he said. "If you want to go that much, go ahead, I won't stop you, but I'm staying" ugh, Gods, he hadn't meant to say it with so much... seriousness or roughness. He didn't want Will to leave, he really didn't want to be alone that day. He wanted to be with Will, he wanted to tell him everything... but frankly, he didn't know if he was ready. And it scared and angered him, because he wanted to let him know... so why didn't he dare?.
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To say he was anxious would be an understatement. Apparently more people had disappeared as the days went on, it was as if the Horned King had decided to separate them once more, and when no more disappearances seemed to have been reported, he was still nervous. And he wouldn't be if he had been all alone in Storybrooke, as he had been for a whole month, with no one to turn to when he needed help, or someone who could help him understand what was happening... No, he had to be with someone. At least, as far as he knew, the son of Apollo was not missing, he was still in Storybrooke, safe and sound, and as long as he was, Nico didn't care too much about what happened. It might sound selfish, but it was the way it was.
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It had been a few days since he had spoken to his father for the last time, and frankly, he needed it again. It wasn't like he missed him or anything like that, he just wanted to talk to him, especially more when he had someone who understood and came from home. Of course, he was aware that he had Will, and by all the Gods, he would rather talk to him than talk to the Lord of the Underworld, but it was different. He just wanted a little more clarification, that's all. Maybe Hades knew something about the King with horns that he didn't know about, maybe he knew where they were taking all the innocent people who had been vanishing without a trace... he doubted it, but less was nothing, and at that moment he needed something to keep his mind occupied.
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Fighting the zombies that used to appear around the forest entertained him, but it did not last long, as confusion and intrigue flourished again. The zombies that appeared out of nowhere were too synchronized, it was obvious that someone was controlling them, but who? And more importantly, why couldn't he control them? He knew that depending on where some of the dead had died their souls could belong to Ares, if they had fallen in battle, but in Storybrooke not many people seemed to believe in the Greek gods, not to mention that it was as if they did not exist there, he had not sighted a monster from home since he had arrived. It was like... an alternate reality, which was already pretty weird. Then again, his definition of weird was different than most people.
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See? how could he not be anxious when there was so much he didn't know or understand? So there he was, in the middle of the forest, with his eyes closed and praying to any god who would deign to hear him. Not much was expected, not even an answer, not after the reaction his beloved father had had to his various and apparently tiresome prayers, but... well, let's just say the Fates had a very different plan. After several minutes of receiving nothing and waiting for something he knew would not come, Nico opened his eyes, pursing his lips. He didn't even know why he tried. The demigod was about to leave, or try again a second time, he hadn't decided, when he heard... a noise. The boy was quick to wield his black sword, aiming it at the bush that had made the noise, though sincerely the figure he saw was not something he had expected to see..... "Athena?" he remembered seeing her after the battle of Manhattan, and besides, the statue he had carried around almost halfway around the world was of her, so he doubted he could mistake her.


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