#𑁋 ⸢ nico di angelo. ╱ lightcreators. ⸥

[essentiamortis]

@lightcreators sent a raven : ❝ the things i saw still haunt my nightmares. ❞ (from nico di angelo) / inbox.

elizabeth swallows the bite from her morning fruit bowl. one hand - she feels bad for her younger brother. the other hand - she doesn't feel bad. she did warn him of the consequences that happen when one ventures near tartarus. "i could just invade your dreams in a blood-soaked gown and follow you around like freddy krueger." the daughter of hades does her best to suppress a smile - especially when her father is giving her his signature stern look. her attempt failed - a quick smile if given to both her father and brother as she brings a spoonful of fruit to her lips.

[okeancs]

15 for Nico di Angelo     |     @lightcreators

                             #𝟏𝟓 𝐖𝐇𝐘 - 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐈𝐊𝐄

            〝     You     can't     get     no     SLEEP     at     night.     Do     you     ever     wonder     why     everyone     is     out     to     GET     YOU     every     day?    〞     

[deathblossomed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@lightcreators : China from Nico Di Angelo brainrot china. the sender pours tea for the receiver and offers them biscuits And other stories.

Botan likes to think she's a decent hostess, or at least that she's friendly. Even with people she doesn't necessarily know, like the young man sitting across from her. But the best way to get to know people is over tea and snacks, or at least that's her preference.

She smiles, setting down the cups and a plate of biscuits on the table. "I wasn't sure how you like it, so I brought cream and sugar."

[bloodwr4th-a]

@lightcreators, nico di angelo required a starter.

being on the other side sometimes had its advantages. he could scare people without them knowing it was him. even though, he liked to show himself and see that he still had as much power over people, that he could scare them like he did when he was in the flesh, he sometimes liked to be a snoop and scare them by disappearing for a while and coming back by surprise.

the other thing he hated was sharing this world with the other ghosts? he wanted to be the only one here. but, he knew that he had to share sometimes. nico was a demigod who was lost between the ghost side and the god side. something that the vampire does not understand at all. he could no longer feed himself like he did before while the other had more advantages?

" what's your secret? you must have something to share? i want to drink blood but every time i try i don't feel what i used to feel. give me some of what you had in you. "

[paldin]

" I can learn quickly " (from Nico di Angelo)

“look,  i  get  it.  i  do,  but  it  doesn’t  work  like  that.”  the  words  are  hushed  ;  if  not  hurried  considering  their  predicament.  lance  shifts  ;  scanning  over  the  raven-haired  boy  before  pivoting  back  so  that  he’s  pressing  his  flank  snug  into  the  intersecting  wall  before  promptly  popping  his  head  out  to  survey  the  dark  corridor  “and  now’s  not  really  the  time.”  it  wasn’t  as  if  there  was  a  button  he  could  press  &  bingo  bango  –  wait  a  damn  second.  

blinking,  lance  pulls  back.  gaze  dropping  to  scrutinize  the  rifle  in  his  hand.  he  can  feel  the  way  his  brow  pinches  together  as  the  proverbial  gear  skips  &  then,  just  like  that,  lance’s  attention  slowly  skirts  to  the  angelo  kid.  “okay,  yanno  what.  forget  everything  i  just  said.”  lance  decides.  peeling  away  from  his  position  against  the  wall,  letting  the  weight  of  his  weapon  topple  over  in  his  hand,  it’s  form  sparking  into  a  supernova  of  blue  &  white  hues  as  he  wills  it  to  shift  into  the  king’s  blade.     the  heft  settles  &  lance  can’t  help  the  sudden  thrill  that  flits  through  his  chest.  he  flips  it  over  once  before  extending  his  arm.  letting  the  blade’s  edge  bite  into  the  stark  steel  of  the  ship’s  floor.  “you’re  not  bonded  to  red,  so  it  won’t  shift  out  of  this  form  but.”  &  the  look  that  he  pins @lightcreators  with  is  heavy.  evaluating.  “you’re  a  demi-god  right?  can  you  use  it?” 

[hellsurvivr]

" You know I can empathize with you." ( from Nico Di Angelo since have brainrot)

*      ―    ﴾  𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾�� ﴿ // always accepting ( @lightcreators )

   THERE WERE A FEW THINGS,     that got under her skin. after all, she was someone who didn't let much get to her. but the one thing that truly did, was those that threw faux sympathy around. pretending they knew shit. especially with her. who the fuck could sympathise with her. she was a half fucking demon. who had died twice and yet still seemed to be fucking kicking. that shit was the storyline of some fucked up book, where the author was high. they had to be. as there was no making this shit up. not with the shit she'd gone through.   ( and continued to go through !   )    so as the male before her, says he can empathize with her. it takes everything, including biting down heavily on her cheek. to not reach out and punch him. deciding she would play nice.   at least for now.    as her head tilts, eyebrow contorting in question as she stares at him. waiting to see what the hell is coming out of his mouth. and if she'd want to listen to it.

❛   okay and how exactly can you do that .....   ❜ okay so some sass, bled into her tone. but she truly couldn't help it.

[illholy]

" Life is complicated doesn't you think?" ( from Nico Di Angelo bring obsession at you)

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     once again, thank you for welcoming my raggedy slow ass back omg. ( also me googling the boy! ) ⤿ @lightcreators.

❛❛ Youth did not spare you from worries, huh? ❜❜ Shame. But such is life she supposed, overwhelmingly unfair. Hand comes resting a top the mop of his hair, sinking fingers & ruffling already messy locks. ❛❛ But here at least you don't need to think about life's complications, a pause. ❜❜ And if Judith were any stronger, she'd have had pluck him off and seat him on her lap, but strength escapes her.

⸻ She pats her thighs, once and twice, an invitation for him to lay down, take it easy. ❛❛ Come rest before you go, tell me things about you and your adventures or maybe sleep. ❜❜

[mictlanreina]

❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜ (from nico di angelo )

@lightcreators | &. 𝐡𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | Accepting

“Is your soul so burdened?” the goddess questioned, curious as to the hardships faced by the child of Hades. Though he might have been a half-breed godling, Mictēcacihuātl could sense his energy & knew his soul, as she was the guardian of the remnants of the dead & even gods could die. She wasn’t entirely familiar with the god of the Greek underworld, not as she was with the death deities of other pantheons, but she understood that the realm Hades kept was as similar to Mictlān as their peoples could have conceptualized. However, his was a more somber affair, while she was a friendly face at the end of a long, arduous journey filled with trials & tests of will.

[essentiamortis]

@lightcreators liked for a small starter for nico & will.

"let me make sure i've heard you both correctly - he wrote you a doctor's note so you could sit at the apollo table? more importantly, why are the tables still separated by godly parent?" adding that to list of things she's going to scold chiron and mr. d. on. although - it was mainly chiron she'd be scolding. she usually ends up in deep conversations with dionysus about anything and everything. all while over a game of pinochle.

[essentiamortis]

@lightcreators ( for the nico ) / lyric starter call. / (doomsday - neoni)

"i think i just might have played my part too well."

[essentiamortis]

@lightcreators sent a raven : 👫 for nico di angelo :)

lizzie gets EASILY frustrated with her younger half-brother. like good gods child - accept that our father loves you and wants the best for you.

she wants to drop-kick minos into tartarus and have nico film it or vice versa. either way mino loses his place as a judge and becomes a resident of tartarus.

when he hears her singing - i can imagine him having flashbacks to the lotus hotel where he heard the similar singing lulling him back to sleep.

she buys him new clothes and often leaves them with will.

inbox: send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

[bloodwr4th-a]

"This is... Remarkly decent of you." ( from Nico Di Angelo)

inquisition party banter.

" decent? me? " a laugh escapes the vampire as he looks at the boy with surprise. no one had ever said that about him? well, it was true that he was the mikaelson who tried to be nice to everyone, but did they know that he used them sometimes? he doesn't think he does, otherwise, he wouldn't be the one to compliment him like that. " i'm not decent at all. maybe the look? " he says as he tilts his head to the side. " i'm not decent at all. if you knew the number of things that cross my mind on a daily basis. i don't think that thinking about murder and the urge to drink in every person i pass, makes me a decent person, but if that's something you think about, " he crosses his arms as he leans back. " i'm not going to upset you. " / @lightcreators.

[essentiamortis]

elizabeth pulls back from him, taking a step back. the more his emotions take control of his words; the more furious she became. the anger was not directed towards their father. her anger was directed towards nico and his stubbornness. she refuses to deal with another zagerus situation. her fists clench, nails digging into her palm - all this hidden beneath her cloak. what she can't hide is her jaw clenching and the gradual changing of her eyes from brown to purple. a clear sign that the anger is feeding her magical abilities.

"ugh!" a quick burst of her frustration. why were her brothers ( all of them ! ) so impossible to deal with. they never listen to reason! for fates' sake...nico is just like his mother. her fist unclenches as she raises it from its hiding spot. her fingertips tingle with heat before the dark purple flames spring to life. her own hellfire - hades had taught her to summon it.

her gaze shifts from the fire to her half-brother. even though she desires to slap him into the next year; she holds back deciding to use the flames as an example of her power - of what his power has the potential to become. "you are foolish if you believe that. if you believe our father doesn't want you to be the BEST version of yourself ; then perhaps you should leave the underworld and not return. go to camp half-blood since they are finally building a cabin for hades. you can wallow in your own self-pity there." elizabeth's words articulated her annoyance.

she closes her fist, suffocating the fire until it extinguished. elizabeth kneels down to him, her eyes still mirroring the dancing flames of her hellfire. "i'll let you in on a little secret." not that it was really much of a secret. "our father SAVED you and bianca from zeus' thunderbolt. do you truly think he would do such a thing if he didn't care? it is a shame that bianca joined the hunters but i understand her reasonings and her sacrifice. i've watched over the both of you in the lotus hotel - from a distance. on the rare occasion - spoke with her when she seemed to be distressed. you are not yet a disappointment. you still have potential, even with the prophecy over. he still has high hopes for you."

she stands up, her cloak - interestingly used to belong to hades until he gifted it to his eldest living demigod daughter. the tormented souls woven into the fabric shifted as she moves, the expressions of the souls soundlessly screaming their eternal agony. "daddy had every intention of bringing you and bianca down to the underworld but your mother refused. he wanted to give you both the advantages and knowledge that he's given me. i strongly suggest - once more - that you seek counsel with him. you apologize for your incompetents and feeble mind. your place in this world and the one above are intertwined. the path you'll follow to become the best version of yourself has yet to reveal itself."

she turns her back to him, pressing her forehead against one of the cold, obsidian pillars within hades' palace. without moving, she adds one last comment. "furthermore, daddy wants all souls to live their best lives. not just those of his children. you'd know that if you actually listened to him or spoke more with him."

Nothing  was  simple  around  the  God  of  the  Underworld,  an  mantra  he  honestly  needed  to  remember  himself.  As  much  he  was  feeling  legitimate  inside  exposure  of  his  current  exposed  feelings,  of  that  tense  frustration  he  was  searching  to  control,  his  father  would  possibly  observing  from  behind  how  his  children  reacted  between  themselves,  how  communication  will  be�� done,  if  he  would  be  a  'good'  brother  …  Nevertheless,  right  in  the  moment,  he  was  in  crossroads  of  his  own  emotions,  it  was  even  delicate  to  react  correctly.  Pretending  he  could  be  blind  over  one  information  he  received  along  the  way  when  he  had  to  convincing  his  own  father  to  leading  a  hand,  pretending  he  hadn't  heard  what  he  heard,  when  his  closer  worries  beyond  that  would  have  been  to  be  almost  murdered  by  his  crush  …  Did  he  was  blamed  ?  Did  he  was  blamed  he  had  spending  many  of  his  time  believing  in  Minos  words,  would  have  find  reassurance  he  could  have  his  dream  realized  ?  Did  it  has  been  an  mistake  he  isolated  himself  when  clearly  his  absence  had  made  NO  DIFFERENCE  in  middle  of  Camp  Half-Blood  for  little  he  had  returned  so  far  until  now  ?  Did  other  half-blood  ever  cared  about  his  disappearance  ?  Was  he  missed  by  other  half-bloods  ?  Nothing  was  simple  around  the  God  of  the  Underworld,  he  repeated  thoughtfully.  Temporary,  he  touched  something  different.  Temporary,  he  did  an  difference,  he  touched  something  he  could  only  picturing  on  Jackson  meanwhile  be  ever  removed  of  the  right,  nevertheless,  how  long  it  will  last  ?  How  long  it  will  last  until  he  will  became  persona  non  grata  ?  How  long  ever  that  new  found  sister  would  be  tired  by  that  little  brother  she  didn't  requested  and  deciding  he  wasn't  worth  it   ?

He  lived  it  with  Bianca  once.  His  sister  has  been  his  entire  world,  and  compared  to  him  ---  she  had  been  allowed  to  going  into  an  quest,  she  had  been  allowed  to  LIVE,  she  had  been  accepted  among  other  half-blood,  when  regardless  his  terrible  impression  to  be  abandoned  during  that  time,  he  did  noticed  the  difference  of  treatment.  If  Bianca  would  have  lived,  she  would  have  been  the  hero,  the  one  who  shine,  the  one  living  the  beautiful  things  ---  He  wouldn't  have  any  on  that.  He  didn't  have  any  of  that  !  He  preferred  to  bite  his  nails  for  a  few  seconds.  He  was  so  seeking  an  illusion  that  Illusion  supported  his  own  delusion  ?  Did  the  little  things  he  was  craving  was  too  much  to  ask  ?  How  long  he  would  keep  up  dreaming  over  something  that  will  never  happening  in  the  end  ?  ❝  ---  you  are  better  off  than  me.  ❞  It  hurt  him  but  she  needed  the  reminder  regardless.  Shadows  becoming  his  only  comforting  place  because  there  was  nowhere  in  which  he  could  feel  at  ease.  When  one  of  his  hands  has  been  gripped  by  her,  there  was  short  decomposure.  ❝  You  think  I  don't  know  ?  When  did  I  have  a  moment  of  piety,  huh  ?  When  did  life  decide  to  be  generous  about  me  being  in  this  world  ?!  ❞  He  took  a  breath  to  keep  from  raising  his  voice  again.  ❝  My  father's  choice  was  clear.  I  can't  blame  him  for  having  a  preference  and  being  the  last  wheel  of  the  carriage to be remember. ❞ 

He  hadn't  lived  well  something  who  happened  in  the  Underworld,  but  he  needed  to  swallowing  up  that  monumental   grief.  That  monumental   instant  in  which  what  he  believe   would  be  turned  just  a  simple  illusion.  He  sniffled  to  keep  from  crying,  denying  himself  that  right  as  an  absolute  of  the  moment.  He  was  a  big  boy.  He  could  digest  that  he  had  no  particular  value  to  Jackson  despite  all  the  admiration  he  had  for  him,  and  that  his  devotion  remained  there  despite  everything.  He  could  digest  that  his  father's  games  were  insidious.  ❝  Our  father  gave  YOU  the  steps  to  follow  to  understand  everything  while  opening  the  doors  that  are  needed  by  making  clear  what  he  wanted.  This  is  not  my  case.  I  am  supposed  to  understand  what  he  expects  from  me,  understand  what  our  father  has  planned,  and  act  without  compromising  his  plans,  without  compromising  something  that  could  make  me  an  obstacle  in  his  eyes.  ❞  He  decides  to  take  a  deep  breath  to  finalize  this  frustration  in  a  physical  way,  by  daring  to  put  words  to  it.  ❝  What  our  father  wanted  for  me  is  no  longer  true,  is  it ?  The  prophecy  is  over,  and  I  won't  be  the  one  being  hailed  for  making  the  right  choice.  What  do  you  think,  that  our  father  has  come  up  with  something  grand  for  me  ?  What  role  would  I  have  in  this  world,  huh  ?  After  living  each  circle  of  hell,  having  a  small  administrative  place  to  do  the  dirty  work  ?  Solve  and  understand  the  things  that  have  been  put  aside  ? ❞  Deimos,  he  refused  to  talk  about  Deimos.  ❝  Bianca  would  have  done  great  things  if  she  were  still  alive,  but  she's  not  here  anymore,  and  she  doesn't  want  me.  ❞  Annoyance  showed  in  his  expression  concerning  the  Fates.  He  hated  them  at  this  point.  He  hated  them  to  bring  such  tragic  comedy  down  his  face.  Nothing  was  simple  around  the  God  of  the  Underworld,  he  mentally  repeated.  ❝  I  must  really  be  biggest  disappointment  to  the  family  then.  ❞  He  grumbled.  ❝  Dad  gives  YOU  excellent  advices,  did  lead  YOU  to  the  path  you  shall  have  taken  ---  ❞  He  corrected.  ❝  If  he  really  wanted  me  to  be  the  best  version  of  myself,  why  didn't  he  do  anything  directly,  knowing  perfectly  the  situation  I  was  in  ?  Oh  yeah,  he  was  upset  that  Minos  played  with  my  mind,  dared  to  manipulate  me,  but  he's  one  of  three  judges  ----  ❞  Deimos,  once  more,  he  refused  to  talk  about  Deimos.  ❝  I  don't  blame  dad.  I  just  have  a  hard  time  believe  it  when  it  involve  me.  He  wants  YOU  to  be  the  best  version  of  yourself.  ❞

[essentiamortis]

"i'm painfully aware of that." she does feel the smallest bit of pity for her younger brother. elizabeth has years and years of training and experience compared to nico. she's been molded to be a hero, repeatedly told that she'll be the one to achieve kleos for the house of hades - only now she no longer desires to be the hero. her time spent aboard the princess andromeda has made her jaded. her true parentage kept a closely guarded secret until the final stand mere foots away from the empire state building. the only things she knew about how the children of hades are from the words spoken by the king of the dead, himself. his words rang true, of course. the treatment of nico by his fellow demigods was a prime example of that.

the witch grasp his hand, "oh, hush now. there will be no pity parties for either of us. you simply need training is all. proper training that is. dad had different plans for you and bianca both but alas the fates proved once again that they are the superior beings." elizabeth could still remember that night like it happened last week but she'll never forget the heartbroken and pain expression upon hades' face or how she tightly she'd hugged him once he became a more average height for a man.

"you must understand that dad only wants you to become the best version of yourself, to live your best life. you still have a long way to go so keep your head up. dad gives excellent council, and he won't lead you down the wrong path."

❝  I  wasn't  criticism  you.  ❞  Eventually,  words  escaped  his  lips,  in  which  controlled  frustration  was  weighted  inside  his  voice.  He  wasn't  within  the  world,  not  really,  far  too  much  focused  to  dealing  with  ghosts  or  having  an  illusion  his  existence  had  some  meaning  in  one  way  or  another.  Nevertheless,  there  was  some  implication  he  didn't  liked.  Then  what,  him  did  nothing  of  his  part  maybe  ?  Well  ---  he  barely  has  been  invited  to  begin  with  to  be  welcomed  inside  some  quest  or  having  whatever  importance  when  he  first  came  in  Camp  Half-Blood,  and  whatever  hope  he  could  have  entrused  someone  had  been  broken.  Oh,  concerning  his  father  mysteries  ?  It  was  part  of  the  deal,  wasn't  it  ?  He  had  to  deal  with  his  personal  manners  of  his  father  to  do  his  games,  and  understanding  in  which  road  he  wanted  to  bring  him.  An  educative  manner  to  searching  to  making  him  belonging  somewhere,  in  middle  of  crossroads.  Though  he  didn't  wanted  to  expressing  that  sentence,  the  words  were  needed.  ❝  You  did  what  you  had  to  do,  but  apparently  I'll  be  the  only  one  who  won't  be  of  much  use.  ❞  He  grumbled  because  he  didn't  like  at  all  this  feeling  of  uselessness  implicitly  plastered  on  his  face,  to  which  yes, he  had  to  be  convinced  that  he  could  be  perceived  as  an  aid,  even  if  his  responsibilities  were  limited.

[essentiamortis]

a purple hue dances within her brown eyes as they narrow at her younger brother. she is aware that she brought on this morbid humorous conversation, but elizabeth felt he was reaching a bit too far for comfort. souls were turning their backs on their afterlives, thanatos was unravling at the seams as he and his reapers worked twice as hard to keep souls contained until charon was able to ferry them across the styx. elizabeth had to force her hand with him to take them across without payment - an oath she had made upon the river styx. an oath that she had held up. she's forever endebted to her maternal grandfather for setting up a trust fund for her upon her mother's death. the hit hadn't impacted her finances enough to leave damage, thankfully and charon was content with purchasing more italian suits.

"the only things i cared about in that moment in time was keeping the threads of the universe together and keeping the dead within their afterlives, and not trying to reintergrate with the living." a sigh and she finishes the last of her coffee, waving a hand for one of the servants to refill. she gives her thanks to them before returning her gaze towards nico.

"listen to me closely because i'm sure father will also agree with me on this one." she glances over to hades for reasurance, and upon gaining it, she continues, "if guiding the spirits within the underworld is something you want to do as a job - go for it but know that you will be of no guidance to them until you get your own issues sorted out. that includes your emotions and refusing to eat anything. at the rate you're going - you'll become one of the spirits before your fated time."

that said - she pushes a bowl of oatmeal loaded with berries towards him. "you need to eat. our divine abilities require energy, and the only way to get that is by eating healthy and resting. you must take the active approach in bettering not only your mental health but your physical health as well. by doing so, you'll gain better control over your abilities. much like daddy does with the living and the dead, you must seek a stable balance."

the jab about persephone's tolerance of him pierces her right in the heart. persephone's love and guidance is a major factor in what allowed her to thrive in the underworld, their bond as mother and daughter is as eternal as the bond elizabeth shares with hades. persephone might not have birthed elizabeth but in every sense of her soul and being, persephone is her mother through and through. a fact she had laid into stone the moment she renounced almira winchester as her mother.

she stands up, unsheathing her dagger, only to stab it directly in the table in front of her bowl. "DON'T you ever speak of her that way! she cares about you and would never wish such things upon you, nico. you push her away far more than you push daddy away. she is not our aunt hera and don't you ever imply that they are just the same because they aren't!" purple flames dance now in her eyes, her inner hellfire threatening to unleash as a thick black smoke seems to roll into the room from seemingly nowhere.

His  way  of  making  humor  had  a  tendency  to  accidentally  hurt.  More  than  once,  some  time  ago,  Solace's  bright  head  had  found  himself  in  a  palpable  inability  to  speak,  not  knowing  what  to  say  to  this  kind  of  playfulness  he  was  expressing.  As  such,  he  himself  raised  his  eyebrows  at  the  movement  on  his  heart.  It  was  a  joke  in  most  part  ---  after  all,  he  had  reached  a  point  where  if  he  could  actually  control  a  booygeman  from  most  famous  horror  movies,  he  would.  Not  sure  his  father  was  inclined  to  respond  positively  to  his  request,  but  there  were  still  a  few  things  to  discover  inside  realm  of  Hypnos.  To  fix  the  situation,  he  decided  to  bounce  back  on  her  next  sentences,  in  which  amusement  inside  his  expression  inscreased.  ❝  ---  and  I  will  have  a  conversation  with  their  ghosts  once  on  the  other  side,  to  help  them  better  experience  the  transition for been more easier for them ~  ❞  Thre  was  nothing  he  could  playfully  bring  upon  the  killing  part.  He  could,  he  would  ---  Considering  he  has  been  closed  another  time  of  Thanatos,  there  was  an  emotional  distance  he  pulled,  and  an  hanging  silence.  If  he  could  blaming  to  have  experienced  Thanatos  inside  of  him  for  a  long  while,  though  it  was  barely  an  impression  to  be  dead  inside,  surviving  an  physical  impression  ---  Besides,  his  sulking  behavior  regarding  Bianca's  death  didn't  stay  forgotten  in  his  mind  :  he  had  mostly  complained  inwardly.

In  a  more  fun  way,  he  was  now  a  seasoned  guide  to  the  Underworld.

❝  Ah,  that  was  partly  a  joke  on  my  part.  ❞  Anyway,  with  his  current  consideration,  he  could  just  be  more  frightening  than  he  already  was,  there  would  just  be  a  wind  of  terror  around  his  presence.  ❝  I  don't  know  how  I'm  supposed  to  relax  after  that.  ❞  He  confessed  yet  afterwards  an  betraying  sigh,  in  which  silent  admiration  he  was  making  stayed  an  nice  distraction.  There  was  never  enough  time  to  process  what  he  experienced as  miseries.  What  today  would  be  different  ?  At  the  confession  concerning  her  responsabilities,  simply  silent  was  answered  in  return.  Complicated  to  act  as  the  manager  when  he  was  trapped  in  a  jar.  ❝  Sorry  for  giving  you  my  job  since  I  couldn't  be  there.  I'll  go  tell  them  that  their  manager  spent  a  vacation  in  an  jar,  so  couldn't  manage,  because  too  busy  not  to  become  a  permanent  manager.  ❞

Seeing  her  eat  didn't  particularity  giving  him  same  desire,  just  an  little  remembrance  he  would  need  at  some  point,  since  his  physical  body  would  remain  horribly  weaken  than  his  already  weak  body  he  had.  Mere  fact  that  she  has  been  worried  about  him  dying  need  to  reach  his  brain,  as  he  didn't  wanted  to  dismissing  her  feelings  on  the  topic.  He  attempted  what  he  could  concerning  sending  these  dreamy  messages,  hence,  reached  not  put  too  much  blame  upon  himself.  ❝  I  attempted  of  my  side  to  warn  them  but  well  ---  ❞   Complicated  when  you  were  dying.  There  was  an  appreciation  about  how  he  did  listened  advices.  ❝  If  I  had  wanted  to  die,  I  would  have  done  it  alone  in  my  corner,  without  being  tortured,  and  without  seeing  horrors  for  the  rest  of  my  life  that  will  haunt  me.  ❞ Seriouness  finally  admitted.  ❝  Persephone's  tolerance  of  my  presence  saved  my  life.  It  was  a  great  opportunity  to  get  rid  of  me  if  she  wanted,  I  would  have  died  at  the  speed  of  a  rocket  in  that  jar  otherwise.  I  wanted  to  do  what  had  to  be  done  regarding  the  Doors  of  Death,  it  wasn't  part  of  my  planned  destinations,  Tartarus.  They  might  remember  me  if  I  return  to  that  destination  one  day.  ❞   There  was  another  moment  of  silence,  as  he  considered  that  last  sentence.  ❝  I  don't  recommend  it.  Really,  it's  better  that  the  already  tortured  little  brother  was  blessed  by  this  experience rather than eldest finding herself alone.  ❞  He  hesitated  once  again  to  speak  of  Deimos,  when  his  eyes  betrayed  that.  ❝  Despite  the  darkest  of  shadows,  there  can  always  be  one  that  wants  to  keep  you  alive.  ❞ 

[essentiamortis]

elizabeth raises her hand to silence will - "our father doesn't ask much of him. i take care of things. he'll eventually learn his place within the house of hades once he learns to accept his parentage instead of shaming away from it."

what was it with her half-brothers that always made them so wary of their father - so hostile towards him when he gives love and knowledge? she never once shyed away from him, embracing the shadows he dwelled within. hades had expected her to freak out more upon hiding out his true identity, but she hadn't. a refreshing feeling - the fates granting him a child who truly loves him and accepts her godly parentage. his beloved daughter whom bloomed in his realm—under the loving and devotion from both the king and queen of the dead. why couldn't her half-brothers ( zagreus included ) see that hades only wants for them to shine, to achieve their dreams, and live fulfilling lives?

a hand reaches out to smack nico but she closes it in a fist, forcing it down. violence never solves family disputes. it will only alienate him more than he already has. her fist connects with her thigh - one hit - two hits then a heavy sigh.

"niccolò di angelo - our abilities are nothing to be tested in stages. you need the proper training from dad. otherwise - you'll end up absorbed by the very shadows you travel in." she runs her other hand through her hair, glancing down at the ground. "Θανάτος, πάρε με τώρα." she calls down in a silent plea. becoming a reaper before she had a chance to live sounds more calming than debating with her brother.

unfortunately for the daughter of hades - the ground did not open up nor did thanatos appear to whisk her away. how much more of nico's stubbornness did the fates have laid out for her to deal with?

"you need to stop with this. i am OLDER than you so yes, i have more years on me. the main difference between you and me at your age was dad's influence, dad's teaching, his guidance. he has tried reaching out to you, trying to get you to see his reasoning for what happened with us being in the lotus hotel. I didn't even want to be there, but i did it — to protect you and bianca, to ease dad's anxieties. i still have the nightmares of dealing with the aftermath of zeus' lightning bolt. a hotel full of innocent people lost their lives that night - not just your mother. i remember everything, and i'm not trying to guilt-trip you." eh, maybe a little. "but you need to stop this pity party and get your grievances that you have with dad in check."

she turns back to will solace - a clear look of annoyance across her features. not towards him, of course. her annoyance was lingering from scolding nico - his significant annoyance. "jason told me about the whole thing with cupid. personally, i don't understand it but then again, i don't know what he's been through in those regards. i've been with women and men alike. i don't see it as a big deal but again raised by greek cthonic deities." she briefly turns to nico, "have a chat with zagreus when you get the chance. maybe some advice from our older brother will help ease any anxieties that linger."

"thank hestia, he is getting some sort of therapy. alecto normally had me hash out my angers upon souls of the damned. i learned a lot." she muses briefly, remembering how helpful those tactics she learned from all the erinyes had aided her during her time amongst kronos' army. maybe she did spend a little too much time with them...maybe. "let's get this table thing sorted out - first. i swear if that horse man tries to tell me they don't have the funds for it - i'm going to flip their game table." with that final statement, she marched off towards the big house.

Sensation  to  been  right  in  middle  of  circumstances  was  something  he  accoustumed  himself  when  it  concerned  Di  Angelo.  He  had  this  regular  feeling  when  it  came  to  his  relationship  with  Lord  Hades,  the  dad  who  had  indirectly  included  him  in  his  business  visibly,  and  of  whom  there  was  a  feeling  that  there  was  just  …  something.  Something  around  Nico  that  was  waiting  for  right  moment  to  express  the  wonderful  moment  of  coincidence.  He  knew  Di  Angelo  mainly  difficult,  grumpy,  having  a  particular  desire  to  stay  in  his  mental  cage,  and  he  appreciated  being  able  to  see  him  embrace  his  own  reality  of  living.  Just  a  little.  Knowing  Elizabeth  stepped  out  of  an  comfortabiliity  about  been  in  the  mortal  realm,  while  Nico  embraced  it,  touched  another  portion  of  unfairness.  Nothing  simple  around  Lord  Hades,  he  learned  that  lesson.  Only  a  pout  grew  on  Nico's  face  as  his  embarrassment  level  increased.  He  was  there  to  prevent  him  from  losing  control,  from  something  happening,  but  it  wasn't  going  to  help  their  case  to  express  it  explicitly.  He  had  always  known  Di  Angelo  to  be  at  risk  of  dying  in  shadow  traveling ---  temporal  side  was  a  gift  from  his  father,  but  it  was  possible  that  he  could  do  it  too,  accidentally,  that  theory  wasn't  going  to  be  proved  right  away.  He  had  always  known  Di  Angelo  to  need  a  well-deserved  rest  if  he  used  his  powers  too  much.  Confirmation  that  a  balance  could  be  made,  that  interested  him.  He  would  NEVER  have  to  worry  about  him  almost  dying  somewhere.  A  thought  that  he  felt  a  look  of  his  significant  annoyance  that  he  felt  he  was  going  to  get  bothered  by.  Although  he  had  to  try  to  reassure  things  at  the  moment.  ❝  Uh,  he'll  do  what  he  can  to  recharge  his  batteries  at  leisure  in  the  Underworld,  since  I  suspect  his  father  will  ask  him  assuredly for  a  few  things.  ❞ 

❝  I've  been  wondering  this  for  years.  ❞  Nico  admitted,  where  there  was  an  consciousness  his  boyfriend  was  listening  an  conversation  normally  they  would  keep  for  each  other.  For  all  the  times  when  he  lose  control  of  his  powers,  that  remembrance  simply  generated  more  frustration.  ❝  I'll  need  training  anyways  ---  ❞  He  preferred  summarized  in  one  sentence,  in  which  he  rolled  his  eyes  towards  the  sky,  almost  with  disinterest.  He  hadn't  finished  completing  his  father's  various  riddles,  and  still  had  a  lot  to  discover,  given  the  obvious  gap  that  remained  between  the  two  of  them.  Elizabeth  did  touched  a  point  in  which  he  remained  jealous  and  heavily  frustrated  with  responding  with  many  grunts  as  sensed  reply.  ❝  It  will  come  with  time,  and  what  do  I  know  I  will  discover  about  my  own  powers.  ❞  He  sensed  Will's  gaze  asking  slilently  'More  that  you  do  already  ?',  who  wasn't  reassured  to  perceiving  something  more  than  just  straight  up  kill  someone  and  controlling  his  ghost  …  ❝  You  have  more  experience  on  the  subject,  and  more  years  of  experimentation.  Most  of  them  I  tested  in  stages,  and  it  was  pretty  disastrous  at  first.  ❞  She  was  proud  of  that  fire,  in  which  observing  every  bit  of  it,  his  pout  just  expanded  further.  Could  making  others  feel  Deimos  be  considered  a  special  power  ?  Was  giving  a  glimpse  of  the  darkness  of  this  deity  a  hidden  advantage  ?  He  decided  not  to  show  off,  as  he  sensed  being  reprimanded  again.  Since  Solace  was  there,  he  was  going  to  avoid  sulking  in  front  of  him,  acting  as  an  kid.  He  saw  him  sulk  when  his  mood  became  irritiable,  or  when  he  didn't  feel  like  making  an  effort.  ❝  I  plan  on  stopping  by  home  anyway.  ❞  He  reassured  slowly,  as  gaze  remained  on  the  fire.  ❝  Precisely,  I  didn't  do  enough,  so  I  intend  to  make  up  for  it  in  due  time  when  I  can  be  the  annoying  guy  on  duty.  ❞  An  smile  born  again  into  his  features  as  he  insisted,  in  which  he  noticed  how  her  gaze  watched  both  of  them.  ❝  Ah  that  will  make  a  bit  of  animation,  that  will  be  nice.  ❞  If  he  didn't  sleep,  that's all.

That  implication  would  have  to  been  noticed,  and  actually,  Nico  wasn't  surprised.  For  Solace,  it  was  another  dimension  of  embarrassment  …  since  well,  it  has  been  Di  Angelo  biggest  silenced  issue  who  tourmented  his  existence  for  a  long  while,  and  which  even  circumstances  how  he  faced  it  has  been  traumaziting  for  him.  Even  if  she  minded,  he  wasn't  going  to  change  what  he  wanted  to  do,  but  well,  could  understand  the  kind  of  judgement.  Maybe  his  moment  to  bring  his  comments  over  their  personal  conversation  ?  Yeah,  he  will  pretending  having  not  listen  at  all,  not  has  been  at  first  seat  of  that  kind  of  discussions.  ❝  Sorry,  he  is  caring  about  what  people  might  think  of  him  on  …  ❞  Best  he  wasn't  finish  that  sentence  since  himself  didn't  cared  one  bit,  for  has  been  reason  he  outed  himself  out  nauturally.  Needed  to  cope  differently  than  that  beloved  darkness  who  has  been  emotionally  hurt  by  other's  people  gaze,  and  scared  about  been  rejected  for  that  …  The  way  Elizabeth  spoke  about  him  created another  dimension  of  embarrassment,  while  Di  Angelo  just  looked  at  her,  taking  in  all  her  words.  Why  did  he  have  to  be  tense  ?  When  she  expressed  that  she  didn't  want  to  have  that  kind  of  conversation,  deep  ocean  gaze  expressed  similar  desire  that  he  didn't  want  to  talk  about  their current intimacy  either if possible.

❝  Ah,  that  could  have  been  the  case,  although  I  wouldn't  have  changed  anything.  It  was  to  put  things  in  order.  ❞  Justified  Di  Angelo at once before Solace could speak.

❝  The  subject  is  delicate  for  him.  Even  though  we  managed  to  make  an  internal  revolution  in  the  middle  of  the  Camp,  he  still  remains  sensitive  …  ❞  Will  managed  to  put  some  comment  on  the  matter.  ❝  Uh  …  some  sort  of  admission  on  his  part  that  he  couldn't  do  without  me  and  needed  proof  of  that  to  show  others  ?  ❞  It  was  a  way  of  confessing  once  again,  differently  from  the  way  he  had  done  shortly  after  the  last  events,  where  he  could  have  given  up  all  hope.  ❝  He  does  his  therapy  with  Mr.  D.  It  was  a  way  to  express  his  emotions  without  being  afraid  of  them.  It  probably  wasn't  necessary,  but  for  your  brother  it  was  vital.  ❞  Bright  features  exposed,  in  which  there  was  inner  reassurance  he  confessed  truths.  ❝  Well,  although  it  structures  us,  it  compartmentalizes  us  in  our  own  Cabins,  which  has  created  a  lot  of  conflicts  in  the  past.  When  we  can  sit  wherever  we  want,  I'm  sure  that  the  friendship  between  us  will  expand  further.  We  will  no  longer  be  just  a  Hermes,  an  Ares  or  an  Apollo.  The  fact  that  Nico  is  squatting  at  my  table  proves  that  it's  possible,  and  that  it  allows  communication  across  prejudices  and  what  one  might  think.  ❞  He  expressed  with  confidence,  where  finally  he  had  regained  control  of  the  conversation,  seeing  as  Nico  was  looking  at  him,  still  sulking,  but  had  nothing  to  say,  silently  agreeing.  He  laughed  towards  Elizabeth.  ❝  Sometimes  he  doesn't  talk  to  me  for  days  and  stay  in  his  corner  that  I  have  to  manage  to  make  him  change  his  mind.  I'm  used  to  it.  I'm  his  bright  sun  that  is  the  annoyance  he  needs  and  has  chosen,  and  is  proud  to  have  as  a  boyfriend.  Ah,  sometimes  I'm  exasperated,  but  I  would  prefer  that  you  avoid  strangling  him  please.  ❞  He  exposed  with  another  wave  of  embarrassment  on  his  last  sentence.  ❝  I  am  worth  the  piece  of  sunshine  that  I  am.  ❞  He  then  accepted  the  compliment  with  vivid  playfulness,  as  he  appreciated  Di  Angelo  blushed  this  time  around  inside embarrassment about  how  he  claimed  him.