oh iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept @canonibalism‘s offering.... [ NEWT ] : “ is that your blood? ”
it had been more of a scrimmage , a sparring session maybe , than an actual fight. in trying not to lean on his abilities ( the exhaustion is no joke , passing out for days on end and literally fading away if he goes too far ) and learning to be more agile with his sword , he’s accumulating more injuries than he thought he would. today he thought he did well , great , even. reyna would have been proud if he told her. as it was , all he wanted was a nap.
he meets up with his friend instead. newt’s nice to be around. xe humors him when he feels like shutting down his brain and engage in illogical arguments or play a round of mythomagic. today , nico’s persuaded xem into the latter , and fans out his cards in his hands , studying them intensely. as he’s about to place apollo ( +30 health , 2000 defense , thank you very much ) down to strengthen his army , newt’s question stops him. at first , he thinks it’s a ploy to distract him from the game at hand , and he begins to get deservedly annoyed. then , he feels the warmth of fresh blood dripping from his hand and pooling onto the table.
“ aw damn it. ” he places his cards face down , no cheating ! he takes a second to struggle out of his jacket , now realizing that the fabric had been shredded , and lo and behold , a shallow cut slices through the length of his forearm. “ mine , definitely mine. huh. totally missed it. damn. you got a bandaid around here ? ”
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BARKSBARKSBARKS AT YOU!!! ( but with endless LOVE... Can you sense it...... )
KNIFE I AM RUNNING IN CIRCLES AROUND YOU
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[ THE CORINTHIAN, TO BILL ] : ❝ it’s okay to be scared. everybody gets scared sometimes. ❞ / ominous vibes time...
the phone booth was not working. no matter how many times the calloused fingers of bill s. preston esquire jiggled the receiver. “hello?” he called out into the bottom of the black handheld phone. “s.o.s! rufus! can you hear me? heeeeelllllo!” he called more in desperation before slamming the phone down onto it’s receiver. where was ted? where was rufus? where was anyone? this place felt cold-- unnatural.
he just wanted to go to a van halen concert.
he stepped out from the booth ; converse sneakers stepping into water. what? when did he come to the beach? he swore he was in the desert just a minute ago. his heart was racing. “something strange is indeed afoot.” he told himself. before he heard the chilling footsteps behind him- each step a splash that seemed to deafen him.
the young male turned with sudden jolt ; looking at the approached. his heart was beating quickly as if the very image of him was chilling.... and it was. he took stumbled steps back ; falling against the time machine.
‘it’s okay to be scared , everybody gets scared sometimes.’
the voice sent chills down his spine ; hazel eyes wide as if staring at a ghost. “w-who are you , man?!” he called out ; his body pressing back more as if trying to fall through time to get out of this. maybe he was.
@canonibalism
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Dont u already have the full time job of being obsessed w the canonibal tho
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RANDOM... ( @canonibalism / nanami , kento ) " you were talking in your sleep. "
dreams and death are old friends of his. he knows how to navigate their dark borderland. while other demigods struggle with surviving dreams that are more visions and prophecy than peace , nico tries to make the most of his , sending out thoughts seeking for answers to his questions. he can’t be uncertain with his next steps , he needs to know where to go without consulting the oracle at camp.
he rushes past the usual fragments of painful memories , scenes framed in dark smoke — his mother smiling at him , her face illuminated by the venetian grand canal ; bianca laughing as she chases him through the national mall in d.c. ; the ghost of king minos wearing a wicked grin as he promises that nico will get revenge for his sister’s untimely death. none of these matter. they don’t provide him with anything he doesn’t already know , clustering around him like the ghosts packed together in the fields of asphodel , pleading for a moment of his attention. save me. remember me. help me. he can’t afford to be crushed by childish wants.
then the world spins and the ground dissolves at his feet , dropping him into a memory that he avoids because it isn’t his to remember.
he relives bianca’s death from a third person’s point of view. it’s not the first time that this has happened , and he fears that it won’t be the last. nico wasn’t even there when she died. no , someone else recounted the tale to him a week later and he tried not to throw up on the both of them. watching the replay feels like watching a trainwreck , he can’t look away from it no matter how much he wants to. like every time prior , he screams until his throat aches , yells for bianca to look out , like maybe now she’ll listen to him and walk away from this alive. for all the power he has , time travel isn’t one of them. he can’t even move in the dream , feet practically glued to the misty gravel.
nico wakes up with a jolt and pushes the blankets off him like they burn. he sits up for a few minutes in bed , palms covering his eyes and fingernails digging into his scalp , breathing like he just ran a full marathon. once he calms down , he reaches for the lamp at the nightstand and nearly breaks it trying to turn it on , though he can see just fine in the dark.
“ styx , ” he mumbles under his breath as he realizes that nanami really did stay up and keep watch. the man’s words do nothing to relax him , instead he scowls and curls his hands into fists in his lap. “ i wasn’t aware that i do that. did any of it make sense ? ” his sister had told him something similar once , and he’d snorted and shoved her. guilt churns in his stomach , ugly and heavy. nico shakes his head. whatever he’d supposedly said was unlikely something worthwhile , unless he was sprouting prophecies. ( unlikely. apollo probably doesn’t like him that much. ) he rubs the sleep from his eyes and pushes his unkempt hair back over his shoulders.
“ you can catch a few hours of sleep before we head out again. i’ll keep watch. ” it’ll also give him time to map out a plan , now that he has a sinking feeling of where their next destination is. he grimaces thinking about it , but the wounds have already been opened in his dreams. he doesn’t even know if nanami will come with him this far. sure , he said before he went to sleep that he wouldn’t abandon him , but promises aren’t meant to be kept. “ and you wouldn’t happen to have an encrypted phone , would you ? ”
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oh iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept @canonibalism‘s offering.... [ NEWT ] : ❛ it’s scary , like the movie ratatouille . ❜ sdkBVSJFHKB
nico has actually seen ratatouille , back when he was still in westover academy and bianca somehow managed to sneak a laptop away from some upperclassmen. he doesn’t remember it being a horror movie. his expression as he stares up at newt is a cross between what-the-fuck and are-you-okay. “ we’re... we are talking about the movie with the rat. in paris. right ? the one where he — ” nico mimes controlling someone’s movements with his hands. “ newt. newt i don’t think that was a scary movie. are you telling me that this movie you’re putting on is on par with the fear factor of ratatouille , as in not , or are you calling ratatouille genuinely frightening ? ”
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oh iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept @canonibalism ‘s offering.... [ NANAMI ] : “ just keep going , do your best , and hope it's good enough . that's all any of us can do . ”
nico busies himself with wrapping an ace bandage around his arm , covering a nasty gash he got from a gorgon that wouldn’t stop pestering them. his black shirt is shredded from behind , also thanks to the monster. this sorry excuse for a quest is going terribly , but he’s glad he asked , however reluctantly , that nanami unofficially tag along. if not for the incredible help , he at least offers company that he’d otherwise miss. talking to skeletal kittens gets boring after a while.
he didn’t mean to go off on a short rant , mostly had been mumbling to himself ( read as : cursing every living being in a mish mash of ancient greek and italian with the occasional four letter word in english ). whining is childish , but does he not deserve to allow himself a little childishness ? why can’t grown ups get dangerous world ending prophecies and leave him alone ?
with a sigh , he mulls over the man’s words , bouncing them around in his head and trying to take comfort from them. deep down , he knows he’ll never exactly be good enough , and trying is getting exhausting. “ nanami , ” he starts , voice soft as he tightens the bandage to the point that the pressure hurts more than the wound , “ what if i don’t want to ? if i’m tired of it all and just stop , will that be good enough for my father ? for the olympians ? ”
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oh iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept @canonibalism‘s offering.... [ NANAMI ] : ❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜
nico’s face is wet. it’s not blood. by some miracle , he’s alive. ever since the prophecy has fallen onto his narrow shoulders , everything and everyone is out to get him. he kneels on the ground , catching his breath , sword fallen many feet away from when the monster had disarmed him. fuck. fuck. father lord hades was right. it should have been bianca. it should have been bianca. he struggles onto his feet , limps to his sword , and sheathes the blade. he’s heard of another demigod , a son of poseidon. surely he’d be better suited for the prophecy. if nico imprisons himself in the lotus casino for another year , he can escape the threads that the fates have so cruelty weaved together.
he’s so weak he needs help from others. he owes the person standing right there for his services , but can’t bring himself to thank them , because he’ll be acknowledging his own failures. nico makes his way to them , mumbles something about how he’s sorry that they got hurt.
“ are you human ? ” he wants to offer ambrosia or nectar to heal them , but it’ll only burn them from the inside out if they aren’t at least part god. “ you saw what happened. you helped me. you shouldn’t have. ” making conversation will stall having to go back to the underworld and face his father. each second away is precious , a release from responsibility. “ leave , ” he mutters darkly , gesturing for them to go as far as possible. he can’t let someone else be his scapegoat. “ leave and forget what you saw. this is not your fight. ”
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