Moonlit Ironies
Nico di Angelo stared up at the moon, his breaths in tune with the slow, methodical waves fighting to get hold of the sand. All the waves managed to do, however, was eat away at it and destroy the last remnants of life past visitors left.
He cracked a pained, sick smile at the thought. Irony laughed at him, and he figured why not laugh at it too. He had left camp earlier that day because he couldn't stand the sight of Annabeth and Percy. Normally he'd try his best and ignore it, but this time⦠he just couldn't.
And so he ran away.
It hadn't gotten him very far from them in thoughts, though. He had tried escaping the son of Poseidon by going to the beach. Silly, really. Every smell, sight, and sound brought his thoughts back to Percy. And then Nico was left with the harsh realization that he hadn't really tried getting away from him. He'd only tried getting closer, and this was the only way he knew how. Which brought him back to the waves.
They fought to get a hold of the sand like he fought to get a hold on the lose grounds of life. But they only managed to destroy and eat away, just as Nico felt he himself did. It seemed all too fitting for a son of Hades, after all.
Nico scowled. He hated the beach and its harsh realities, and yet he found himself frequenting it more. But was there much of anything that didn't bring him pain anymore, anyway? He'd already gone through so much despite being so young.
Pain tore through his chest, and he curled in on himself. He so desperately needed someone he loved to comfort him. But who was left?
The ground darkened around him, and he choked back a sob. Hiding his face behind his arms, he shakily forced his breaths back into rhythm with the waves.
And his thoughts repeated.
