Eternal Inferno (or "The Seven Times Nico was Mad at Thalia . . . and the One Time He Pretended")
Note: a oneshot, based upon the seven deadly sins.
I. Anger/Wrath - manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury
Anger is an uncontrollable thing. A beautiful, uncontrollable thing. Let it build inside you. Watch it grow stronger, 'till, finally, you burst. Allow it to destroy what is precious to you. Let it turn you into something you were not.
Let me kill you slowly, love.
"Here is your food." The man looks at Thalia, ignoring the wedding ring on her finger. "Is there anything I can do for you?" The suggestive tone in his voice is clearly evident. Of course Thalia Grace would pick this one time to be oblivious!
"Yes, do you—?"
"No," Nico interrupts, "you may leave now." It's clearly a dismissal, but the man seems reluctant to leave. It's just so damn annoying because that . . . that thing was flirting with his obvious fiancé! The man walks away, glaring and disappointed.
"Nico," Thalia chides (since when is Thalia the one who chides?), "that was rude." Damn straight. But that guy was rude, too.
"He was flirting with you," he grits. "Asshole deserved it."
"It doesn't matter whether he was or wasn't, can't you at least try to be the bigger person?"
"Why?" he screams in their private room – especially reserved. "You of all people should understand me, possessive bitch you are." She gasps, and Nico knows his words stung.
But for the moment, he can't find it in himself to care.