[sometimes, courage means telling someone the truth. being vulnerable, being soft. picking up a sword or a gun, interposing one's flesh and blood between something beloved and a fifty-headed monster. these sorts of courage, nico's better at. no doubt. he's probably killed hydras, i don't even know; the standards of demigods are not achievable by ordinary men.
and despite his unimaginable powers, kavinsky is ordinary.
courage for him, right now, is a lopsided, shit-eating grin at nico. then closing the gap between them, leaning forward off the wall. his mouth tastes like cigarettes when he kisses the demigod. familiar, a little; nico kisses a lot of smokers. he's kissed this smoker before. once upon a dream, and once at an orgy. there's nothing shy or ambivalent about kavinsky's kiss, even if his nerves are jangling and his dick is still in the precontemplative stages. his tongue's out, a rough finger digging into the belt loop in front of nico's left hip.]
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and despite his unimaginable powers, kavinsky is ordinary.
courage for him, right now, is a lopsided, shit-eating grin at nico. then closing the gap between them, leaning forward off the wall. his mouth tastes like cigarettes when he kisses the demigod. familiar, a little; nico kisses a lot of smokers. he's kissed this smoker before. once upon a dream, and once at an orgy. there's nothing shy or ambivalent about kavinsky's kiss, even if his nerves are jangling and his dick is still in the precontemplative stages. his tongue's out, a rough finger digging into the belt loop in front of nico's left hip.]