[ there's a moment — nico's palm on his chest, their shoes bumping together, looking into his eyes — when he wants to drag him closer still and kiss him. it has to be visible. his poker face is non-existent when nothing's riding on his ability to bluff. and that's just it, isn't it? nobody's about to die, impending doom isn't mocking them, and best of all? the gods aren't around to spoil everything good that comes their way.
percy has time. he has all the time in the world to think, not just react, but actually work through how he feels.
so, the only roadblock standing in his way now is himself.
nico's calling him names, words are coming out and percy's sure they're Very Important but he isn't listening. sorry, not sorry. he catches nico's hand because this time, he can. this time, percy's going after him. this time, he's not letting go. ]
Yeah, in a minute. [ if he doesn't get pushed away, or asked what it is he thinks he's doing, then he's leaning in and pressing his lips against nico's, not delicately, but like he wants to get it right. ]
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percy has time. he has all the time in the world to think, not just react, but actually work through how he feels.
so, the only roadblock standing in his way now is himself.
nico's calling him names, words are coming out and percy's sure they're Very Important but he isn't listening. sorry, not sorry. he catches nico's hand because this time, he can. this time, percy's going after him. this time, he's not letting go. ]
Yeah, in a minute. [ if he doesn't get pushed away, or asked what it is he thinks he's doing, then he's leaning in and pressing his lips against nico's, not delicately, but like he wants to get it right. ]