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That was one of the days when he felt relatively... well. Things had improved slightly when it came to his stay in Storybrooke. When it was true that he still could not bear to be locked up and have no escape in that city, at least now he had people with whom to share such a curse. He had... rediscovered Zoë, and although there was an obvious tension between the two, seeing a familiar face was not exactly something he detested. Of course he would have preferred Jason or Percy any given day, and even if the huntress wasn't among his favorite people (hint, he barely had any favorites, they were almost a myth) it was comforting to have someone from home.
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Just like he had Will. On the one hand, he was happy, for he had missed the son of Apollo, even if he was not going to shout it out to the four winds, but on the other hand he wished he were back in Camp. They needed him. He was the best healer they had, and he couldn't afford to be missing for long, not to mention that he was the Head Counselor of his cabin, his brothers and sisters needed him. Although there were not too many ways to help, as he repeated it again, leaving that city was slightly impossible.
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It's not like he cared too much about that, anyway. I mean, of course he was dying (no pun intended) to get out of Storybrooke as soon as possible, but it wasn't as bad as he made it look. He had two known people, not to mention that he also had his former companions the spirits, those who always seemed to find him. They didn't bother him, most of the time, and talking to them when he needed to clear his head was always something that relaxed him. The ghosts could be found all over the city, but of course he couldn't start talking to them in public places either, because... it would attract the unwanted attention.
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The graveyard was the perfect place to talk to them without being disturbed, and that's why he was there in the first place. The boy looked around, surprised to see no one, though soon a ghost appeared from nowhere. "Master, you have to help us. A girl has taken over the place, calling it her home. The graveyard is the home of the dead, not the living. She's been sleeping here for a few days, and no matter how much noise we make at night, she refuses to panic. We are doomed, again!" the demigod bowed an eyebrow at that, confused. He didn't understand... he didn't see anyone around. "What are you talking about?" he questioned, wanting to get some more answers out of the ghost, though the only thing it did was to point to a tombstone. What the Hades was it trying tot tell him?.



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He definitely needed some time away from all that, from the hustle and bustle that the whole city really was. Sometimes walking away was the only way out, and certainly something he needed to calm his mind. Before he used to always escape to the Underworld, when he needed to breathe, when he needed to think, when he needed space... but now it wasn't exactly an option, since no one could leave Storybrooke without finishing... however you ended up when you crossed the city boundary. The Underworld was a perfect place to relax, contrary to what people used to believe. People thought that the Underworld was a dark and hideous place where people suffered non-stop, and in part it was, but not everyone suffered, to say the least.

Those who were doomed to the Fields of Punishment suffered day after day, and believe me when I told you that listening to their laments and moaning was pure pleasure to his ears, but then there were those who wandered only throughout eternity, until they found their unfinished business, something that fortunately for Hades they did not often do. Nico was not like his father, and he liked, or at least tried to help the new souls settle into what would now be their new home. Maybe Hades didn't care how his inhabitants found themselves, how they felt in his domain, but his son did, he couldn't help it. Maybe it was his mortal side peeping out, he hadn't really given it much thought either.

Now instead many of the people he had met back in the Underworld were there, in Storybrooke, alive, and that was not good news. I know, it might sound heartless to hear a person say that he hoped that the resurrected souls would die again when all that was over, but he truly could not help it. They must die. The balance between life and death was paramount, and could not be broken, could not remain broken for all eternity. The boy sighed, pushing the protruding branches away from the trees that stood in the way. The forest was quiet except for some birds chirping, and at least it was helping him to relax, on his own.

He was also aware that he now had people to turn to in Storybrooke, people coming from Camp or one of the hunters, but.... I don't know, it's not like he was going to. Nothing was wrong with him, he was fine, he was just feeling a little overwhelmed, as if he was drowning, and as he had led himself to believe, it was nothing serious and he did not need help and he was fine. Everyone felt overwhelmed once in their lives, it was nothing new. Frankly, sighs seemed to accumulate. He was stroking the handle of his stygian iron sword, something that was also contributing to all the work of relaxing him. Work that was interrupted by the sound of... leaves.

Leaves moving, and not with the winter air that gently shook some trees. No, it was a person making their way through the bushes, or hiding among them, or many other possibilities... the problem was that he did not openly accept strangers who walked in the forest so close to him. Perhaps they had not been following him, perhaps they were an innocent person who was passing by his current area, but something made him doubt this last one... With a quick movement, he wielded his sword, his dark eyes scanning every corner, trying to locate some kind of movement, whatever. “Who's there?”.

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To be honest, he should have known beforehand that he would need mortal money, but he assumed that thought had not assaulted him in the first place because it wasn't like him to use money for... nothing. He kept a little mortal money for when he needed to buy Happy Meals (to summon the dead, obviously), but that was where his profits ran out. He had spent 4 years jumping from place to place, and normally he used to eat in the Underworld, so he had never really needed mortal money for any need you could buy with it. Now, however, he couldn't buy anything with the drachmas on him, and he couldn't go to the Underworld as he had wanted to do from the very beginning.
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And speaking of the Underworld, he had realised that some souls, souls who did not belong to the human world, were freely wandering around Storybrooke, were alive. And oh, that wasn't right at all. The dead were returning from death, the inhabitants of the Underworld were disappearing. Oh, his father wouldn't be happy with those news, and he wasn't either. While he could perfectly understand the joy of seeing someone you believed to be dead, the dead must remain dead. There was an important balance between life and death, something that should not be broken, and instead it had just been broken, again.
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He wondered if when all that was resolved, when the Horned King was defeated, the dead would return to where they should be. After all, people should not return from death, so he could only expect everything to return to normal when all that was over. Some may think it's cruel, hoping that people who have apparently obtained a second chance to live to die again, but he couldn't help it. The order of the universe could not be corrupted, just like that, you had to put aside your feelings and accept that this is not how the world worked. The dead and the living should not be in the same world, and he was sure that many people would not even be able to look at it from that perspective, but he could.
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Maybe it was because of his affinity with death and life, maybe it was for a totally different cause... it didn't matter, as long as it all came back to order when that madness was over. The boy took a deep breath, standing at the door of the store he had heard of. Some had warned him not to enter, others had told him that it was the only place where they could exchange some of his drachmas for mortal money... apparently, not everyone loved that little shop. They were all good reasons to invite him in.
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With a sigh, he opened the door, and when he found himself inside, he closed it gently. Nico looked around uncomfortably, arcing his eyebrows at such strange objects. Strange hobby, collecting things so... well, peculiar, to say the least. He looked up at the front, where there was a brown-haired man, who frankly... didn't look so good. The demigod could sense that he had been dangerously close to death... oh yes, the aura around him betrayed him. Aura that only he and Hades could see, but still. "Hi" he greeted, at the same time that he put his hand in one of his pockets, taking out a few drachmas. "I was wondering if you could... trade me some drachmas for mortal money? I was told to come here".




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The world had finally decided to smile down at him, bringing someone he knew back from home. And it was true, his father was also in that city, a father who had deigned to come to his prayers only once in the entire month that he had been in Storybrooke, and Athena, the goddess with whom he had not yet met, also resided in that city, but it was not that they would have had the opportunity to chat, since they had not even spoken as... never in their past. The gods had decided to bring Will, and that small detail was enough to draw a smile on his pale face. He didn't feel happy or comfortable being confined to that city, but at least to be confined with a friend resting beside you was... bearable.
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The boy was now walking through the park, contrary to his usual routine of keeping himself away from places that risked being crowded. Fortunately, the park didn't feel very popular that day, as silence invaded it and most of the benches were alone and perhaps in need of some company. The demigod could understand them if that was the case, even though he was not asking for such company at that moment. He enjoyed the times when he could be alone, so that walk in the park was a delight.
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And okay, maybe he wasn't practically alone either, if we counted the ghost that was following him just a few feet behind him, stopping middle-track every two by three to smell the flowers he supposed he actually couldn't get to smell, and to talk to the few people who had decided to visit the park, even though they couldn't hear him. A pretty happy ghost, considering he was dead. Being dead had not taken away his will to live, ironically.
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Although the boy did stop when he saw a blond woman sitting alone on a bench, staring at nothing, or so it seemed. The other people who he had seen sitting on benches were accompanied, perhaps to take advantage of that quiet and relaxing evening, but that woman was alone... perhaps she wanted company, and the son of Hades would happily provide it. So the boy approached the woman slowly, whispering an audible "Hey" when he was close enough, but without taking a seat. It would be rude to sit without permission.
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tag: Angela Ziegler <3



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Being trapped in a city that chillingly resembled the Underworld was not something that he was enjoying at the moment. First a strange portal had swallowed him without even asking permission, it had appeared out of nowhere, and it should have been summoned by some dangerous magic user because when he had been absorbed by it, he had been in the Underworld, just having finished capturing some of those rougue spirits. What kind of God, creature could create a spell so powerful that it could even reach the Underworld itself? The boy had no idea, and not knowing... frustrated him. He deserved to know, after all, he had been dragged there against his will.
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Secondly, his beloved father had decided to ignore him for days (recently he had deigned to show, thanks to the gods of Olympus), regardless of how much the demigod would pray, asking for an explanation, any kind of sign, a warning, some help... anything would have helped him. On the contrary, Hades had decided to keep quiet and keep his child on the margin, and what the God had achieved with all that had been to enrage his son. Look, Nico wasn’t asking for a conversation with his father every Friday while they sipped tea, all what he had requested had been an answer, and it had taken Hades weeks to deliver it.
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Third, the wicked witch. The witch who surely would ruin his life, again. Apparently, she was Hades’ new girlfriend, and I repeat, Nico did not request to have a relationship based on trust with his father, but... it’s not like he was incredibly pleased with the small ‘new girlfriend’ issue that his dad had not even bothered to report, or even make his son’s existence public. Oh yes, Zelena didn't know who he was, so of course she had not believed him when he had confessed that he was the son of her boyfriend. So hiding secrets in the relationship... that would unleash hell, and that little detail was enough to calm him down.
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The boy sighed. He sat against a robust and high tree, a tree that was dying, in the cemetery. Ironically, a half-dead tree located in a graveyard. At his side, a few french fries inside a plastic bag rested. He hadn’t eaten anything since he’d arrived there, so he thought that the logical thing would be to buy at least some simple fries in Granny's, to satisfy his appetite, but he neither had a huge one. Since the bronze jar... he hadn’t been eating much. And yes, he could almost hear Will’s voice in the back of his mind, scolding him and telling him that he should eat more, because it was healthy, but Will wasn't there, no one was. He was completely alone. Tsk. He should be used to it.
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Okay, let’s continue enumerating all the horrible things in that city.
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Fourth. The strange man who owned a bookshop where he accidentally used to spend most of his evenings. The ghosts liked the smell of those peculiar streets, so Nico decided to simply not to discuss and follow their game, because it is not that it mattered much to him either way, those streets hardly were crowded with people in a hurry, which was appreciated. Anyway, this man had seen him huffed and he had decided to do something to improve his mood. And the worst of thing was, that it had worked.
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And fifth... as he had already stated above, he was alone. Loneliness was his friend, he had accustomed to it after so many years living by himself, but now... those last few weeks he had not been alone. Before the end of the summer, he had been with Percy (who at least didn’t behave uncomfortably after Nico having confessed his small infatuation on him, although he seemed to be offended for having said that he was not his type) and Annabeth.
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He had also been briefly with Reyna, and he had spent a few days with Jason and Hazel, until they left for L.A. Jason, incredibly, had turned out to be a… friend, and if he should be honest it had been unexpected. But after... the problem with Eros, both had become friends, and... Nico quite liked how it felt. He also enjoyed spending time with Hazel, talking about any nonsense... having a little sister was one of the few good things that had happened to him, and he appreciated it madly.
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And then was... Will. Will Solace, the most irritating boy who he had ever known. Seriously, his peculiar phrase ‘doctor’s orders’ had come to become one of the most hated ones by Nico, but also one of the most beloved. Having someone who genuinely cared about him was something that he truly appreciated, although again, it also overwhelmed and annoyed him. After all, he could take care of himself alone, even when some did not seem to be able to see it.
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Another sigh.
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Nico missed Will. He missed his stupid phrase, he missed his stupid permanent smile on his face, he missed his blond soft hair, he missed those stupid blue eyes and his damn positive attitude... so positive that some would think that they could tell him any horrible thing and he would be able turn it into something good.
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He really missed him.
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But maybe this way… maybe it was better like this. Perhaps now that he was far from Will, he saw that Nico was simply not good for him, and would look for someone better. Nico would end up consuming his light, and Will would end up getting tired of him, such as Bianca had done, and he would leave him... that was what his mind was screamed at him, but his heart on the other hand, was singing a different song, cheering that Will wouldn’t abandon him...
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Who was right, he wasn't sure...
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Introducing a hand in the white bag at his side, he grabbed a fry and nibbled it slowly, his eyes fixed in a tombstone a few meters from him. He could not see what was engraved in the stone with clarity, courtesy of the night, but... at least he could know deduce that the name began with a ‘N’. The tranquillity was interrupted when he heard a noise in the bushes, prompting the boy to rise uneasy, quickly wielding and drawing his black sword.
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Although he was soon able to see a figure in the distance, a figure that was slowly approaching, a figure which resembled… "Will?" he would normally call him Solace, but when they were intimate moments, or they were all by themselves, he always chose Will. But let us be honest, he traded between Will and Solace all the time. But could it be him? could it be the son of Apollo?.


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