Hey hey hey, my good people! If anyone's been following me (which I doubt) you may have noticed that an angsty Nico is the number one thing I love the absofuckinglute most.
Anyway, I have created this cute caper crammed with cutting and cruel crying in the honor of the prince of death and darkness himself. Neeks, if you ever read this: I love you, man.
R&R!
The red lines on his wrist, covered by the black jacket. The fractured, broken look in his eyes, obscured by his shaggy hair. His body, thin and weak from starving himself, hidden by his battle ability.
Nico may have hidden the signs of his pain well, but anyone who looked could have found them.
But no one did.
Because no one knew that the son of Hades was not only broken, but unfixable.
He had nothing to hold on to. Nothing to keep him tethered to reality, to life.
Nothing left, and now that he had started down this road, there was no going back. He couldn't help himself by himself. He needed someone else.
But there was no one else. No one to help him.
Because no one cared.
Well, until the son of good ol' golden god himself arrived in di Angelo's sad little life! (Stealing him away from all us drooling fanboys, I might add.)
Anyway, I know this is most certainly not the best fic I've churned out, peeps. But it's just a taster of the newest loveable quest I'm working on in my lair. So take and keep heart, folks! Cause Jake's workin' on a story even the most hardboiled critics can't complain about! Invictus in a few weeks! Mark the day! And tell your friends, we love referrals...
Peace out!