if we find a place big enough for three or more are you in?
[ as much as he's sure they both hate texts, this is a conversation probably more easily handled through the written word for Nico. the boy that's claimed he never had a home and belonged with neither the living or the dead. he'd been a kid when he sprung that admission on Percy, and Percy hadn't known how to respond — how to swim through the guilt, the fear of everything else looming over his head. he'd been unaware of how to reach Nico and whether it was smarter to try or let him run off into the darkness, away from camp and prophecies, and the guy that couldn't even save Bianca.
[ there's a good amount of time before nico responds, largely because he isn't sure how to answer. he's been on his own for so long, gone his own way that he's never thought about a "home." not since bianca died. she had been his home and without her, he'd felt so lost. granted, since meeting will solace, he's begun to warm up to the idea of camp being his home (when he isn't in the underworld helping his father), but he's still a bit iffy about considering cabin 13 his home home.
but here... percy is offering him a home that he could share with the boy he once loved. is it a little awkward? yeah, just a bit. especially with annabeth there. however, it's an opportunity to make things truly right between him and them. as friends.
plus, he can't help thinking that having two other survivors of tartarus nearby for when the nightmares come... annabeth and percy would understand better than anyone. so he figures it would be worth whatever risks are involved. ]
sure i guess we'll have to find jobs to pay for it though my credit card doesn't work here.
[ Vex loved chilling with Nico in his flat, an open box of pizza on the coffee table in front of them- already half eaten, his lotioned hands slowly massaging the feet in his lap while they listened to classic punk. All in all, a relaxed and wonderful afternoon.
At some point he sat back and pulled out his phone to answer a message that just came through. Then he smirked to himself as he send a very nsfw picture he had saved to the poor kid next to him. Then casually set it aside as he began to rub his feet again. ]
[ nico had been feeling extremely comfortable, curled up with vex, his feet getting some much deserved love while he relaxed bonelessly against the back of the couch. but when vex pulled away to check his device, nico figured he'd check his as well. just in time to receive vex's message with attached photo.
now, nico wasn't the most tech-saavy kid around, largely because he'd been pulled out of another time and also because technology + demigods was usually a bad combination. but since receiving the device, nico had learned how to use several of its functions. including opening picture messages. and that's what he does, opening the picture to view it on the small screen only to immediately drop the device with a rather loud, embarrassed squawk. ]
[ True to his word, Kyle sends Nico a picture of himself post-tattooed. It's not the easiest place to take a pic from as he stands in front of a mirror and takes a picture of the reflection on his back.
Between his shoulder blades is a vertical strip of Enochian with a few containment sigils. The rest of him, however, has several scribbles in magic marker that haven't been completely washed away after a few scrub down. ]
Vex didn't dream often. He discovered that when he had a shot or two right before he slept, it stopped them, so that's what he usually did. Also, when he was completely exhausted, that helped to block his subconscious. But he hadn't been sleeping well for weeks, despite booze and exhaustion. As such, he'd tended to nap and when he did the dreams would come. In the middle of a reality TV marathon, he curled up on the couch and soon fell into a deep sleep.
They were always dark, shadowy, mimicking the condition of his soul. They were rarely in color, and were reflections of his guilt. Bloody hands, sometimes no hands, tormented screams and the echos of people begging. 'Stop', 'Mercy!', 'Please'. He thrashed through the mists to try and dismiss them, his body folding as he covered his ears. He didn't want to hear this, see this, relive this.
Then there were hands on him, pulling him to his feet. Strong, confident- it prompted Vex to open his eyes and take in the sight of the figure. It resembled Mark in build, but he couldn't comprehend a face. There were more, varying shapes and sizes, figures that brought people to mind; Vinny, Tris or maybe Axel, Rafa, Nico, Dick- and a few others who could be several people. They surrounded him, tore at his clothes, pushed him until he was dizzy and unable to keep his balance.
When he fell, it was onto a luxurious cushion, soft like silk but firm. A slow smile began to spread on his face as he was caressed, hands all over his body, and a whimper keened from his throat. "Oh, blimey... merry Xmas, yeah?" He whispered and try to reach out for someone, anyone, to hold or kiss.
It had been happening more and more often since he'd tripped into Kavinsky's dreamworld. The roving into other people's dreams, as if he were trying to escape his own mind. Now he seems to be in yet another dream, one that's a lot different than Loki's or Kavinsky's. The shadowy figures remind him of his own mind, the vague notions and ideas, plans and memories swirling around him. But it was different. A different feel and a different scene than he's used to and he can't help but be drawn in. Then, he sees him. Vex, surrounded by the same shadowy figures who are caressing and stroking him. Closer still, Nico is drawn until finally, Vex is reaching out for him, and like Vex, he was pushed down onto a firm, silk cushion.
"Vex, is this..." But Nico didn't have much of a chance to finish his question. As he was pushed down, he suddenly found himself without clothing, and close enough to Vex to kiss. And since the fae was reaching out, Nico gave in and sunk into the sensation and decided 'why not'. This was a dream, there was nothing wrong with indulging. Furthermore, if Vex needed this kind of dream to escape into after hurting over the past couple days, Nico was more than willing to participate. So he reached out like Vex did and pressed their mouths together.
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There's a party being thrown by Kate Bishop, someone I know from home. She's having it at her place, ugly sweaters and no pants is the theme but I'm not going for that. I was told to invite people, so my invite is now extending to Dick and yourself if you want to come.
[ Post-dramabomb, he snatches up Nico's wrist wherever he is at the party and promptly teleports them to the other side of the mainland upon a small south-easterly isle. The world turns from Kate's cosy bright apartment into a dark silent abyss lit only by the moon and stars. The beach ahead is empty and land can be seen a few miles out, only there's no sign of the Eudite docklands or life beyond the natural wilderland.
It's as far away as Loki could get from (Dick) the city while remaining on the same world. He holds Nico's hand in his, the shadows ahead of the ocean straits stretching for hundreds and hundreds of miles, unbroken. Loki takes a deep breath, sighing at length. ]
[ the sudden teleportation leaves nico with a small bit of vertigo, but as soon as he's on his feet again, on a beach no less, he finds his bearings again. there's always been something soothing about beaches. where his element (dead and crushed sea life, stone and earth) meets that of percy's in the slow motion of waves lapping on the shore. for a few seconds, he recalls the last time he and percy had been on a beach together, but soon enough he's turning towards loki.
nico had just been getting into the party (mostly thanks to the video games) when loki whisked him away. it bears explanation, and that's not the only thing nico wants to know. he can still feel the chill coming off loki's form, the mood he'd been in earlier seeming to have intensified. so when loki mutters okay, nico gives the godling's hand a squeeze and looks up into his features. ]
I know demigods don't get cold like the rest of us mortals, but it still isn't any fun...
So I got you a scarf! Trust me, it's a good one.
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[ Inside a plain paper gift bag, there's tissue paper and a grey woven scarf. It seems pretty regular, but there's something special about it. When you put it on, it soaks you in warmth from head to toe. That's right, Nico. Magic scarf that perpetually warm! ]
[ what on earth do you get the son of hades? the kid that can jump through shadows and go anywhere he pleases. he can grab anything from anywhere he wants. so maybe it's not about what he wants for the holidays. maybe it's about what he needs.
it's probably super corny, what's inside the small box wrapped in light blue paper. inside is the same necklace ( or as close to it as he could make ) that every camper from camp half blood receives after their first summer. the beads are as follows: a skull bead, the labyrinth, the empire state building with the names of lost campers in Ancient Greek, a bead that says SPQR with an eagle upon it, and the final one being a hand-painted version of the Athena parthenos.
inside is a note that says simply: Wander and explore the world as much as you want. Just know you'll always have a home to come back to. Merry Christmas, Nico.
he's either leaving it in Nico's room ( if he's out ) or handing it to him in person if he happens to be home. ]
[ in the morning, after he's had breakfast and gathered his gifts to take to the party at vex's, nico figures he should stop the whole avoiding percy thing and give the other demigod his gift for the holiday. he's not the only one intending on giving a gift, it seems, and as he's offered the box, he looks up at percy questioningly, a lump beginning to form in his throat.
said lump seems to get worse as nico slowly unwraps the box and peeks inside. it's his very first camp necklace and seeing it, he's reminded of all he's done for the camp despite thinking it could never be his home. licking his lips, he releases a breath and then reads the note that goes with it.
he's reminded starkly of reyna's assertion that he had two homes and looking up at percy, he realizes percy cares quite a bit for him, and that perhaps percy even wants him around, even after everything that's happened between them.
setting the box down, he quickly dons the necklace, brushing his fingers over each of the beads before looking back up at percy again. ]
I, uh, got you something too.
[ he grabs the bag he'd set down and nearly shoves it at percy, looking away. the bag, a brilliant blue with blue tissue paper, naturally holds the bracelet he'd had fashioned as well as the large bottle of blue food dye. in an envelope attached to the bag are the tickets he'd picked up with only a few words: For you and Annabeth. ]
[ On Christmas Eve, Nico will receive a box wrapped in blue and silver. Inside is a set labeled as 'Chocolate Indulgence', which has a wide selection of chocolate truffles inside. It's not as good as ambrosia, but it's as close as anyone is getting here! There's also a few bottles of massage oil, with a note attached. It says, 'The true gift is in how they are applied. Come to me when you want to relax. And do not stop indulging. Happy holidays, Nico. From Rafa.' ]
( it's a few days after christmas -- dick had dropped off his cookies and cocoa sometime earlier, and now there's a bigger surprise waiting for nico at home, provided that he'd left sometime during the day. upon his return, he'll find whatever makeshift bed he had worked out to be replaced by a new one, huge and fit with entirely black bed sheets and comforter, along with a fluffy throw blanket and about a half a dozen more pillows than what he started with, including a special one.
it comes with the note,
Thank you for taking care of Loki. He said you needed a new bed because his fat butt broke your old one. Happy holidays! - Dick GrayBae. )
[ some time later, after nico gets back from work and finds the new bed, he pauses, a bit surprised by the grand gesture. if anything, he figures loki would've replaced since he was the one who broke it in the first place, and after learning that dick is intimidated by him, nico has been wondering about the state of their strange friendship with benefits. since loki was definitely not with him at christmas, he can only assume dick and loki have made up, something that brings a slight smile to his face as he quickly retrieves his device and sends off a quick text. ]
wow! this bed is huge! thank you so much will you and loki be coming over to break it in? just cuddling would be fine (you guys HAVE made up, right?)
[the day after nico's lovely gift is dispatched, a message arrives from kavinsky. it's the phrase]
gift card
[and an address to a place called "best crop of the year." the video attached is a shaky shot of a handsome hairstylist with a blue and white mohawk, complaining that he can just tell me his name, or you can bring him in and pay-- we don't have gift cards - - what?
while kavinsky yells merry nicordistide in the background.]
[ a week? while nico knows it's not necessarily a long period of time, it still makes him worry a little. after vex revealed a bit more about his past, the fae has been on nico's mind, and he hopes that if vex has to go home, that things will be all right. ]
idiot why wouldn't i miss you will you be okay? what if i teach you how to make an iris message?
[ Nico would find on the front door handle, a fancy leather tote which was zipped up. There was a tag hanging from it, and on the inside was written:
'to Nico, from Vexy, have fun - xoxo ♥'
Inside was a variety of toys, along with a 'Bondage for beginners' guidebook. It has lots of pictures, and was even specifically made for male couples! How thoughtful. ]
[ half a day later or so, during a break, nico will find the box and peek inside, only to turn beet red. he'll eventually show it to will, but for now... ]
[this some hipster bullshit. kavinsky came in for exactly one thing— to purchase a disc containing that lame-ass mad world song and maybe some other silly sentimental hipster bullshit in that genre. aric likes it, so one supposes, if one is boning aric, one should have it available. it'd been logical.
but this whole place is a smorgasboard of color and guitars and kavinsky's thug life sensibilities are offended, once he gets a look around. he pulls the shades down from his face, staring over the tops of the frames, his eyebrows climbing high on his forehead. slowly, he starts to walk through the store, only half-looking at the music on display.]
This place is giving me estrogen, [he says, to no one in particular.]
[ when the bell above the shop's door chimes, nico hardly looks up. he's doing what he usually does, organizing the records as they should be, making sure they're all in their proper places (because people tend to like jamming records into the wrong slots. how hard is it to put them back in their proper alphabetical order???) while he figures gwen or the shop owner will see to the customer. that's usually how it goes because, for some reason, the locals are a bit skittish of him. not that he blames them much. with all the colors of the hole in the wall record store, he sticks out like a sore thumb, dressed in almost all black. it fits the hipster look, though, and for that he feels like he should be given some slack. it's not like he's actively trying to frighten people away.
at least, not when he's working.
so he doesn't notice kavinsky at first, giving an abba album a distasteful look before the sound of a familiar voice (along with its typical crass vocabulary) catches his attention, making him jerk his head up.
ah, but of course. who else would it be but eudio's resident dream thief. frowning to himself, nico quickly slides the abba album back where it belongs and then shoves his hands in his pockets before striding towards the other boy. ]
You could probably use it, you know. It might make you less of a dick.
[ full lips curl in the hint of a smirk (look, it's a funny joke to him, okay?) and he eyes kavinsky with an expectant look. ]
[Nico will find a box with his name on it placed on their bed at some point in the morning containing:
- A couple bags of his favorite coffee - Two dozen cut out sugar cookies shaped like gingerbread men but with white icing that makes them look like skeletons with heart candies for their hearts - A folded up small sized poster board that has a variety of candies and chocolate stuck to it in the shape of a skull and crossbones with a smiley face - Three roses: one very dark red one that could pass for black if you look at it from a ways off, one orange, and one red.]
[ will has always been a sweetheart in nico's approximation, always kind and caring for his siblings, his patients, and those around him. he's also, when he's not being an annoying dork, the most thoughtful and considerate boyfriend. so much so that sometimes nico wonders how he managed to score the son of apollo's attention, much less adoration. it's times like this, as he stands in front of their bed with a towel covering his dripping hair, that he once more wonders how in hades had he managed to get so lucky.
the gifts are clearly from will. they have the tell-tale signs of will's thoughtfulness and sense of humor. the cookies in particular prompt a chuckle from nico as he picks one up and regards it. he wouldn't even be surprised if will had tried to make them as anatomically correct as possible. that was a healer for you.
grinning a bit stupidly, he sets the cookie back in its box and then gathers the items together so they can be properly stored. the roses, after given a sniff, are settled atop the nearby bedside table to be viewed each night when they retire. the poster board is set up atop the nearby dresser where he usually keeps his sword (it'll be fine in the corner for now, until he needs it), and the bags of coffee are picked up so he can take them to the kitchen. but before he leaves the room, he takes a second to listen for where will might be in the house and then digs around in the dresser for something he'd purchased for will earlier in the week. in comparison to the gifts will has given him, it seems paltry. but he hopes will might enjoy it nonetheless. so with it tucked into his pocket, he slips out of the bedroom to look for his boyfriend. ]
[ even with will now sleeping next to him, nico still struggles at times with nightmares about tartarus, the labyrinth, or the giants' jar. it just so happens that when percy txts him, he's already awake, watching will sleep while wondering if it's going to be another sleepless night for him. ]
[ maybe annabeth should be a little more aware of how that comes off. maybe she should feel a little bad for leaving something that cryptic, that imposing, that curt. but also, it's annabeth. serious, to the point annabeth.
[ nico's known this would be coming. he's known it would only be a matter of time. after all, he'd practically slept with annabeth's boyfriend and has kissed him on more than one occasion. he also knows that percy would never hide that from the girl he fell into tartarus for. percy jackson is madly in love with annabeth chase so it's natural that he would tell her.
so what is she feeling then? annabeth is a hard nut to crack. she's brilliant, someone he's always admired, and that has been part of the reason he could never hate her despite his jealousy. is she mad at him, he wonders. does she hate him now? it comes as some surprise that he dreads this conversation just a little. he never wanted to hurt annabeth and he would like to think they're friends. but with someone who constantly lives in their brain, analyzes everything to the tiniest detail... he can never truly know what she's thinking.
he'd like to. he likes her. maybe not in the way he likes percy, but there was a reason he'd played up the charade of having a crush on her. who wouldn't fall for someone like annabeth? he completely understands why percy adores her so much. but in this web their caught within, he's worried that they all might come out for the worse.
it's why he's hesitant to respond, at first. he stares down at the message on his phone, chewing on his lip as his eyes trace over each letter. they're not swimming right now. he doesn't need the words to be in greek for him to understand the enormity of the situation. it's plain and simple right in front of him. he just needs to find the courage to respond.
and that's another thing. he's a coward and he knows it. it had been so hard to face his feelings for percy and now that he's had a chance to experience what it's like to be cared for by the sea's favored son, he doesn't want to lose that. at the same time, he doesn't want to lose whatever potential friendship has been forming between him and annabeth. he's afraid of driving them both away. and while he has will and loki to fall back on, it's just... well, annabeth and percy have been such a center to his life that it's hard to imagine them no longer being part of that. he's drawn to them both like gravity and that's another frightening realization.
to love percy jackson means accepting that the son of poseidon is in love with the wisdom's favored daughter. they're a packaged deal. and nico finds himself questioning how he feels about that.
he won't ignore the message, though. coward though he may be, he won't require one of cupid's arrows to force him into action. still gnawing his lip, he swallows hard and forces his fingers to move. ]
[ in lieu of a response, nico merely shadows into the tunnel, stepping out of a shadow to watch percy for a few seconds. in the blue cast of the low light, percy looks like he truly belongs underwater and for a moment, nico's breath is caught in his throat. gods, he's gorgeous.
eventually, he draws closer, hands in his pockets as he approaches. when he stops, it's at percy's side, looking out at the fish swimming by. ]
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are you in?
[ as much as he's sure they both hate texts, this is a conversation probably more easily handled through the written word for Nico. the boy that's claimed he never had a home and belonged with neither the living or the dead. he'd been a kid when he sprung that admission on Percy, and Percy hadn't known how to respond — how to swim through the guilt, the fear of everything else looming over his head. he'd been unaware of how to reach Nico and whether it was smarter to try or let him run off into the darkness, away from camp and prophecies, and the guy that couldn't even save Bianca.
he knows what to do now. ]
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but here... percy is offering him a home that he could share with the boy he once loved. is it a little awkward? yeah, just a bit. especially with annabeth there. however, it's an opportunity to make things truly right between him and them. as friends.
plus, he can't help thinking that having two other survivors of tartarus nearby for when the nightmares come... annabeth and percy would understand better than anyone. so he figures it would be worth whatever risks are involved. ]
sure i guess
we'll have to find jobs to pay for it though
my credit card doesn't work here.
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At some point he sat back and pulled out his phone to answer a message that just came through. Then he smirked to himself as he send a very nsfw picture he had saved to the poor kid next to him. Then casually set it aside as he began to rub his feet again. ]
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They were always dark, shadowy, mimicking the condition of his soul. They were rarely in color, and were reflections of his guilt. Bloody hands, sometimes no hands, tormented screams and the echos of people begging. 'Stop', 'Mercy!', 'Please'. He thrashed through the mists to try and dismiss them, his body folding as he covered his ears. He didn't want to hear this, see this, relive this.
Then there were hands on him, pulling him to his feet. Strong, confident- it prompted Vex to open his eyes and take in the sight of the figure. It resembled Mark in build, but he couldn't comprehend a face. There were more, varying shapes and sizes, figures that brought people to mind; Vinny, Tris or maybe Axel, Rafa, Nico, Dick- and a few others who could be several people. They surrounded him, tore at his clothes, pushed him until he was dizzy and unable to keep his balance.
When he fell, it was onto a luxurious cushion, soft like silk but firm. A slow smile began to spread on his face as he was caressed, hands all over his body, and a whimper keened from his throat. "Oh, blimey... merry Xmas, yeah?" He whispered and try to reach out for someone, anyone, to hold or kiss.
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"Vex, is this..." But Nico didn't have much of a chance to finish his question. As he was pushed down, he suddenly found himself without clothing, and close enough to Vex to kiss. And since the fae was reaching out, Nico gave in and sunk into the sensation and decided 'why not'. This was a dream, there was nothing wrong with indulging. Furthermore, if Vex needed this kind of dream to escape into after hurting over the past couple days, Nico was more than willing to participate. So he reached out like Vex did and pressed their mouths together.
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Okay? Loki, we left Dick behind. What's going on?
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text, un: GRAYSON
text, un: ghostking; private
i think i convinced him to talk to you when he wakes up
in the mean time, i think you and i should talk
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sometime before Christmas
but it still isn't any fun...
So I got you a scarf! Trust me, it's a good one.
- Kyle
[ Inside a plain paper gift bag, there's tissue paper and a grey woven scarf. It seems pretty regular, but there's something special about it. When you put it on, it soaks you in warmth from head to toe. That's right, Nico. Magic scarf that perpetually warm! ]
( present time!! )
it's probably super corny, what's inside the small box wrapped in light blue paper. inside is the same necklace ( or as close to it as he could make ) that every camper from camp half blood receives after their first summer. the beads are as follows: a skull bead, the labyrinth, the empire state building with the names of lost campers in Ancient Greek, a bead that says SPQR with an eagle upon it, and the final one being a hand-painted version of the Athena parthenos.
inside is a note that says simply: Wander and explore the world as much as you want. Just know you'll always have a home to come back to. Merry Christmas, Nico.
he's either leaving it in Nico's room ( if he's out ) or handing it to him in person if he happens to be home. ]
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said lump seems to get worse as nico slowly unwraps the box and peeks inside. it's his very first camp necklace and seeing it, he's reminded of all he's done for the camp despite thinking it could never be his home. licking his lips, he releases a breath and then reads the note that goes with it.
he's reminded starkly of reyna's assertion that he had two homes and looking up at percy, he realizes percy cares quite a bit for him, and that perhaps percy even wants him around, even after everything that's happened between them.
setting the box down, he quickly dons the necklace, brushing his fingers over each of the beads before looking back up at percy again. ]
I, uh, got you something too.
[ he grabs the bag he'd set down and nearly shoves it at percy, looking away. the bag, a brilliant blue with blue tissue paper, naturally holds the bracelet he'd had fashioned as well as the large bottle of blue food dye. in an envelope attached to the bag are the tickets he'd picked up with only a few words: For you and Annabeth. ]
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backtags into infinity
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Delivery
delivery » ish!!
it comes with the note,
Thank you for taking care of Loki. He said you needed a new bed because his fat butt broke your old one. Happy holidays!
- Dick GrayBae. )
text; un: ghostking
wow! this bed is huge!
thank you so much
will you and loki be coming over to break it in?
just cuddling would be fine
(you guys HAVE made up, right?)
text; un: GRAYSON
text; un: ghostking
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un: dreamthief, text with video attachment;
gift card
[and an address to a place called "best crop of the year." the video attached is a shaky shot of a handsome hairstylist with a blue and white mohawk, complaining that he can just tell me his name, or you can bring him in and pay-- we don't have gift cards - - what?
while kavinsky yells merry nicordistide in the background.]
text; un: ghostking
[ he'll be checking it out anyway. ]
cw sexual vulgarity
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image attachments!!;
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text / un: puppetmaster
on sunday i'm going to pop back home 4 about a week, yeah?
well a week here, who knows how long back there
tell me u'll miss me :)
text; un: ghostking
idiot
why wouldn't i miss you
will you be okay?
what if i teach you how to make an iris message?
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FINISHED
THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM
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shortly after Will's arrival
'to Nico, from Vexy, have fun - xoxo ♥'
Inside was a variety of toys, along with a 'Bondage for beginners' guidebook. It has lots of pictures, and was even specifically made for male couples! How thoughtful. ]
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oh my gods, vex
i CAN'T believe you
but, thanks, i guess
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action @ flipside records (probably to be nsfw; cw misogyny);
but this whole place is a smorgasboard of color and guitars and kavinsky's thug life sensibilities are offended, once he gets a look around. he pulls the shades down from his face, staring over the tops of the frames, his eyebrows climbing high on his forehead. slowly, he starts to walk through the store, only half-looking at the music on display.]
This place is giving me estrogen, [he says, to no one in particular.]
wow kavinsky, roooood
at least, not when he's working.
so he doesn't notice kavinsky at first, giving an abba album a distasteful look before the sound of a familiar voice (along with its typical crass vocabulary) catches his attention, making him jerk his head up.
ah, but of course. who else would it be but eudio's resident dream thief. frowning to himself, nico quickly slides the abba album back where it belongs and then shoves his hands in his pockets before striding towards the other boy. ]
You could probably use it, you know. It might make you less of a dick.
[ full lips curl in the hint of a smirk (look, it's a funny joke to him, okay?) and he eyes kavinsky with an expectant look. ]
cw sex negativity/sex work joke
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February 14th
- A couple bags of his favorite coffee
- Two dozen cut out sugar cookies shaped like gingerbread men but with white icing that makes them look like skeletons with heart candies for their hearts
- A folded up small sized poster board that has a variety of candies and chocolate stuck to it in the shape of a skull and crossbones with a smiley face
- Three roses: one very dark red one that could pass for black if you look at it from a ways off, one orange, and one red.]
SLAMS INTO THIS
the gifts are clearly from will. they have the tell-tale signs of will's thoughtfulness and sense of humor. the cookies in particular prompt a chuckle from nico as he picks one up and regards it. he wouldn't even be surprised if will had tried to make them as anatomically correct as possible. that was a healer for you.
grinning a bit stupidly, he sets the cookie back in its box and then gathers the items together so they can be properly stored. the roses, after given a sniff, are settled atop the nearby bedside table to be viewed each night when they retire. the poster board is set up atop the nearby dresser where he usually keeps his sword (it'll be fine in the corner for now, until he needs it), and the bags of coffee are picked up so he can take them to the kitchen. but before he leaves the room, he takes a second to listen for where will might be in the house and then digs around in the dresser for something he'd purchased for will earlier in the week. in comparison to the gifts will has given him, it seems paltry. but he hopes will might enjoy it nonetheless. so with it tucked into his pocket, he slips out of the bedroom to look for his boyfriend. ]
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[ everybody knows you don't text after midnight. everybody knows you don't send one word texts this late. everybody except for Percy. ]
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hey
y aren't u asleep?
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text » private.
[ maybe annabeth should be a little more aware of how that comes off. maybe she should feel a little bad for leaving something that cryptic, that imposing, that curt. but also, it's annabeth. serious, to the point annabeth.
she needs to figure this out. ]
text » private.
so what is she feeling then? annabeth is a hard nut to crack. she's brilliant, someone he's always admired, and that has been part of the reason he could never hate her despite his jealousy. is she mad at him, he wonders. does she hate him now? it comes as some surprise that he dreads this conversation just a little. he never wanted to hurt annabeth and he would like to think they're friends. but with someone who constantly lives in their brain, analyzes everything to the tiniest detail... he can never truly know what she's thinking.
he'd like to. he likes her. maybe not in the way he likes percy, but there was a reason he'd played up the charade of having a crush on her. who wouldn't fall for someone like annabeth? he completely understands why percy adores her so much. but in this web their caught within, he's worried that they all might come out for the worse.
it's why he's hesitant to respond, at first. he stares down at the message on his phone, chewing on his lip as his eyes trace over each letter. they're not swimming right now. he doesn't need the words to be in greek for him to understand the enormity of the situation. it's plain and simple right in front of him. he just needs to find the courage to respond.
and that's another thing. he's a coward and he knows it. it had been so hard to face his feelings for percy and now that he's had a chance to experience what it's like to be cared for by the sea's favored son, he doesn't want to lose that. at the same time, he doesn't want to lose whatever potential friendship has been forming between him and annabeth. he's afraid of driving them both away. and while he has will and loki to fall back on, it's just... well, annabeth and percy have been such a center to his life that it's hard to imagine them no longer being part of that. he's drawn to them both like gravity and that's another frightening realization.
to love percy jackson means accepting that the son of poseidon is in love with the wisdom's favored daughter. they're a packaged deal. and nico finds himself questioning how he feels about that.
he won't ignore the message, though. coward though he may be, he won't require one of cupid's arrows to force him into action. still gnawing his lip, he swallows hard and forces his fingers to move. ]
yeah. okay.
when and where?
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eventually, he draws closer, hands in his pockets as he approaches. when he stops, it's at percy's side, looking out at the fish swimming by. ]
Hey.
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yes, this is 8 billion yrs old but i needed a cute thing
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