[ if he says he doesn't feel something in the air shift, he's lying. nico lifts his gaze and percy thinks about how strikingly handsome he's become over the years. has it always been that way? has it taken percy this long to really open his eyes and see nico in that light? it's like ever since that first kiss he can't stop stealing glances at him when he knows nico isn't paying attention, or thinking about how he'd felt pressed against him. whoa, whoa, whoa! he pumps the brakes on that train of thought, if only because he knows exactly how thin the walls of their bedrooms are.
he watches nico wet his lips and curls his fingers in the sheets to steady himself.
it's dark but not so dark that he can't see. there's a wash of blue light over the room from a starfish-shaped light in the corner of the room but he knows nico could still find his features in the pitch black of night. to him his own heartbeat is the loudest sound in the room. ] Is that what you want?
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he watches nico wet his lips and curls his fingers in the sheets to steady himself.
it's dark but not so dark that he can't see. there's a wash of blue light over the room from a starfish-shaped light in the corner of the room but he knows nico could still find his features in the pitch black of night. to him his own heartbeat is the loudest sound in the room. ] Is that what you want?