A Divine FavorMore Like This
Frank wiped his nose, and winced when it left the back of his hand sticky and red. “Fuck,” he hissed, shaking his head and peering at his reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror. His left eye was badly bruised, already turning red and purple, and his lip was busted…again. He could taste the copper, and spit in the sink, wrinkling his nose at the splatters of blood on the white porcelain.
His cheek was scraped, and his knees were raw. He was pretty sure some serious damage had been done to his ribs, but he was reluctant to pull up his shirt to see – he could already feel the mess of bruises and lacerations there, he didn’t need to look at them as well. His knuckles were bloodied, even more so than his nose, and his body felt too heavy, like he was going to fall over at any second. He might, he really wouldn’t be surprised.
Frank slumped down on the tile floor, wrapping his arms around himself. His mom was going to kill him for cutting class
Memento Mori: PrologProlog: Ein alter FreundMore Like This
Eine tiefe Stille lag über dem weiten Land. Dunkle Wolken sperrten das Licht der Sterne und der schmalen Mondsichel aus. Nur der Schnee, trotz der Finsternis gut zu erkennen, ließ zu, das man die wage Ahnung eines Horizontes ausmachen konnte.
Inmitten dieser kalten Dunkelheit duckte sich ein kleines Dorf in den Schatten eines Hügels. Es bestand aus einem Dutzend Häusern, für gewöhnlich durch einen Weg aus festgestampfter Erde verbunden, doch an diesem Winterabend war es kaum zu erkennen. Nur die flackernden Lichter hinter den Fensterscheiben ließen erahnen, dass die kleinen Häuser bewohnt waren.
Doch in einem dieser Häuser lebte ein ganz besonderer Mann. Er war schon lange kein junger Bursche mehr, doch alt war er auch nicht. Er war weder außergewöhnlich groß, noch ungewöhnlich klein. Er hatte braunes Haar, geschmückt mit zwei hellblauen Federn.
Sein rechtes Auge war von einem hellen Blau, se
Little Talks Part 3Nico’s PoVMore Like This
"Nico!" Percy ran up to me, grinning.
"What?" I snapped.
"We're doing a movie night in Jason's room tonight with all the guys."
"I'm not going," I grumbled, walking away.
"Yes you are," Percy said, grabbing my arm. "Come on, Nico. It'll be fun!"
"I don't want to."
"Well, that's too bad, because you're going to."
I shot him a look and jerked my arm out of his grasp. I stormed off and climbed up the mast, sitting on the beam that I usually sat on.
After dinner, I tried to head back to the deck, but Percy grabbed my arm.
"I don't think so," he said, dragging me towards Jason's room.
"Percy, let go of me!" I yelled, trying to break free. Percy was strong from years of sword fighting, and I couldn't get loose.
He dragged me into Jason's room, and I plopped down on Jason's bed, scowling. Frank backed away from me uneasily. I was pretty sure I scared the guy, and I felt kind of bad abou
HeroUp until recently, Percy Jackson was everything I wanted.More Like This
He was a hero. Strong. Brave. Powerful. And yet... somehow not absorbed in his fame like all the other demigod heroes I had met.
That's how I thought of him for years. A hero.
Even after Bianca...
He was everything to me. But I knew he could never love me back. He had Annabeth.
I had no one.
Life was bad enough, with that secret.
But when it was no longer a secret...
Things got a whole lot worse.
Jason had promised me he'd keep it a secret. His idea of a secret meant telling no one except Piper. Piper promised to tell no one. Which meant no one except Hazel. Who told Frank. Who told Leo.
I would have thought that Leo would pass the message along to Percy. He was the sort of person who would, or at least that's what I thought.
But he didn't.
It became the gossip of the Argo II, though.
I was constantly hearing it whispered in voices that I was not meant to hear. My name echoed around the ship as though we were in a large cave rat
Tired NicoNico's eyes were heavy, he tried forcing them open but failed. Yawning, he lie his head down on the couch he was sitting on and closed his eyes. A rush of relief and tiredness fell over him as he lay there on the soft cushions. Just as he started to drift into sleep he was softly interrupted by a warmth over his body. He opened his tired eyes slightly an saw Leo-Leo, what was he doing here?-placing a blanket over him. Nico kept his eyes shut. Leo's warm hand brushed against his forehead moving his hair away from his face. Nico felt Leo's soft lips press to his forehead, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt. "Goodnight." he had whispered quietly. Nico could hear a smile in Leo's voice. He listened for his footsteps out of the room. "Goodnight." Nico replied loud, enough for him to hear. He heard a yelp from the other room and laughed. He pulled the blanket up closer to his face and fell softly to sleep.More Like This
Living NightmarePairings: Leico (LeoxNico) Takes place after HoOMore Like This
Nico hated the Argo II. He hated how it was the ship of bad dreams and monsters and loneliness and shunning. The worst, though, were when the nightmare screams began;the pain of listening was nearly unbearable... Listening to them made him want to stop the noises, made him want to die. Percy’s yells and Annabeth’s shrieks were the worst of it: they had been through Tartarus. But almost just as agonizing to listen to were Hazel’s yelps, Leo’s stifled screams.
The combined screams created a sort of eerie chorus, a gruesome song of the damned. Nico also had a part in the melody, but it was missing tonight…
Tonight was when he would end it all.
Everyone had seemed to forget about h
Valdangelo (Night Skies And Roaring Flames)(A/N: DA FUDGING TITLE IS SUPPOSED TO REFLECT THEIR PERSONALITIES, KAY? I'M JUST HORRIBLE WITH TITLES . . .More Like This
This was a request from the amazing and talented :iconDaedalusDaVinci: , who commented on my oneshot poll . Hope this is up to your high standards! I don't ship this - although it is adorable - so it will naturally be out of character.
STRONG LANGUAGE ALERT!
Pffffft. Intros aren't ma thing.)
A whole shit ton of people would ask Leo what pyrokinesis felt like. He'd often reply, "It's just tied to my emotions." Then they'd shrug and walk off.
A whole shit ton of people would ask Nico what shadow traveling felt like. He'd often raise an eyebrow, pivot on the spot and stroll off. Well, as far as strolling goes for an angsty son of Hades.
Nico wasn't a social