[ the hand on his face is heavy like a curtain. warm, dark, safe. nico's words are buzzing faintly, grounding him; they remind him that he has to pull it back soon. he has a few more seconds to put it off. to work through how intense this is - what he feels, what he's still experiencing - and if he has another spasm ripping through him, then he doesn't fight it. he lets it carry him like a current.. the tug of drowsiness hangs above him, hooking him, and he briefly wonders how nico would take it if he started snoring. probably not well. so eventually, he does allow his fingers to slip away and slide from his face, revealing his expression. if eyes are the windows to the soul, what does nico see in his?
nico's gazing at him with what.. apprehension? curiosity? he watches nico watch him, and he wonders if it’s worse that this happened, or that he’s letting him look. he’s searching for something that may never be there.
and percy feels everything slam into him at once. the paralyzing fear, affection, guilt. reality. it’s like the sky has fallen on his shoulders again and he glances away momentarily, tries to shield how being on the receiving end of the hope in nico’s eyes takes him back to another time, and another disappointment.
he’s conflicted.
but he’s not bolting and he doesn’t intend to tell nico to get out. he turns sea green eyes back up to nico and tries not to focus too hard on being in his head, considering he operates better by doing and feeling. ]
So… [ seriously, that’s the best he can do? ] That happened.
[ percy doesn’t have to wait for nico to wince to know how bad of a reaction that is. his voice is quiet and nervous though, not dismissive. he doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, but he has an idea that what came out of his mouth was pretty pathetic as far as responses go. ]
Can we blame that on feeling so good that my brain stopped working, please? [ he’s an idiot. this isn’t news. ]
[ surprisingly, both to himself and probably to percy, he laughs. it starts in his stomach and rises to his chest until he's shaking with mirth at the sheer audacity to all of this. percy's comment spurs the laughter on and he's quick to shake his head, indicating he's not bothered by the inane comment. nico's experienced enough to know when someone's too overwhelmed to manage proper thought.
and he can take the credit for that, too. his heart is still racing in his chest, beating harder still because he's managed to get percy off so well that the son of poseidon is too dazed for coherent thought. that fact makes him feel giddy inside.
dragging a hand through his hair and then reaching out, he tries to cup percy's neck. if percy allows it, he'll pull him in for another kiss. this time, less heated than what they'd shared moments ago. this time, it's pure affection.
of course, he doesn't know what percy's feeling. isn't aware of the guilt and everything else. he's peacefully oblivious, buoyed on the affection and love that has only intensified thanks to this. and the best part is, annabeth isn't here. ( no, he's not going to think about if she was, he won't let his brain ruin the moment ) she isn't here and he is, just like percy had said and percy wants him to be there. ]
I guess I'll take that as a compliment. [ there's a wry grin on his lips now that his laughter has died down. there will be consequences for this, sure. but he doesn't want to think about them right now. he wants to bask in this for as long as he possibly can. ] It is a compliment, right?
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nico's gazing at him with what.. apprehension? curiosity? he watches nico watch him, and he wonders if it’s worse that this happened, or that he’s letting him look. he’s searching for something that may never be there.
and percy feels everything slam into him at once. the paralyzing fear, affection, guilt. reality. it’s like the sky has fallen on his shoulders again and he glances away momentarily, tries to shield how being on the receiving end of the hope in nico’s eyes takes him back to another time, and another disappointment.
he’s conflicted.
but he’s not bolting and he doesn’t intend to tell nico to get out. he turns sea green eyes back up to nico and tries not to focus too hard on being in his head, considering he operates better by doing and feeling. ]
So… [ seriously, that’s the best he can do? ] That happened.
[ percy doesn’t have to wait for nico to wince to know how bad of a reaction that is. his voice is quiet and nervous though, not dismissive. he doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, but he has an idea that what came out of his mouth was pretty pathetic as far as responses go. ]
Can we blame that on feeling so good that my brain stopped working, please? [ he’s an idiot. this isn’t news. ]
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and he can take the credit for that, too. his heart is still racing in his chest, beating harder still because he's managed to get percy off so well that the son of poseidon is too dazed for coherent thought. that fact makes him feel giddy inside.
dragging a hand through his hair and then reaching out, he tries to cup percy's neck. if percy allows it, he'll pull him in for another kiss. this time, less heated than what they'd shared moments ago. this time, it's pure affection.
of course, he doesn't know what percy's feeling. isn't aware of the guilt and everything else. he's peacefully oblivious, buoyed on the affection and love that has only intensified thanks to this. and the best part is, annabeth isn't here. ( no, he's not going to think about if she was, he won't let his brain ruin the moment ) she isn't here and he is, just like percy had said and percy wants him to be there. ]
I guess I'll take that as a compliment. [ there's a wry grin on his lips now that his laughter has died down. there will be consequences for this, sure. but he doesn't want to think about them right now. he wants to bask in this for as long as he possibly can. ] It is a compliment, right?