VANILLA TWILIGHT
The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Poor me, a heavy dose of atmosphere
Nico lay on his back, worn out. Drained.
He didn't want to think anymore. Best remedy? Sleep.
He missed his sister.
He was depressed.
The forest was freezing. The rain fell in sheets, the wind whipped through the trees. The tent the skeletons had set up for him and Minos was far from adequate.
Nico cried himself to sleep. Again.
I'll dose off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cuz I wish you were here...
The dream Nico had that night was strange. First of all, everything was a pale, creamy purple... like the color of vanilla ice cream mixed with how the sky looked at twilight.
Second, Bianca was there.
He reached out to grab her hand, but she blew away, like smoke. She was looking terrified!
The purple shifted. The dream was now a pale shade of baby blue.
I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till I look at my hands and feel sad
Because the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
Nico wanted his sister to whisper reassurance to him like she used to, to hold his hand to comfort him, to tell him stories and whisper tales of magical lands. He wanted things the way they used to be.
HE WANTED HIS SISTER BACK!
He wished Percy knew what he had done. He had probably killed his sister on purpose.
Probably.
You couldn't trust these demigod types.
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
And drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you...
Sometimes Nico would go and use the skeletons and demons and ghosts to drive mortals from their houses. Then he would ransack the junk food and sit on their porches and sit and try not to think.
But he did end up thinking, mostly memories, happy ones. Of happy times. They made an illusion of happiness, and for a while, he felt whole.
... I don't feel so alone