For Nico. . .it had started out with a really bad poem and bunch of random flowers. Found right outside his cabin doorstep. He hadn't thought much of it so he brought the flowers with a paper taped to it inside his cabin. He then untapped the note from the lovely flowers.

Looking at the piece of paper with the poem on it, it read:

Shadows and the sun

Would definitely go together

Pretty well don't you think?

Nico stared at the words written in disbelief. Surely he was reading it wrong. . .Right? But no, Nico Di Angelo had in fact, read the poem, paper, whatever it was correctly. Now all he had to do was figure out who wrote sent it to him, along with the (Quite beautiful might he actually add upon really looking at them) flowers.

With a huff, the Ghost King decided that now was not the time. He had work to attend to.

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Hermes wasn't one of those gods (or guys) that fell in love easily. However, when he does, it definitely wasn't just a one time thing. Surely never a fling. He could love devotedly, passionately, deeply, truly and honestly. And to his very own luck, he had met her.

Hazel Levesque, daughter of the very feared Hades. . .or Pluto to be more precise. He had heard much about her after the war before being able to actually meet her. That took about three years before actually seeing her face and when he finally did he just couldn't look away. That is why he always looking for a reason, a way, to meet her again. At the moment, he had found her in a place she didn't expect, outside alone, gazing at the stars.

"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?" He asked, frightening the girl causing her to turn around to meet his gaze. Although still a child (about 17, maybe?) he could see the adoring young women she would soon become. Her features had softened upon looking at the god, amber eyes reminding him of the finest of jewels themselves.

"May I join you? It's as if I haven't sat down in years." Hermes found himself asking the young girl.

Hazel eyed the man carefully before giving him a small smile. "Okay."

The god gave her a returning smile. Hopefully she isn't only pretty on the outside.

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Nico didn't think too much about the flower incident. He was busy in the underworld, helping his father with things he was probably to lazy to do himself. The thought made him laugh. It was almost a month later when he finally saw the light of day again. You can't precisely tell time down in his father's kingdom. As he emerged from the Los Angles entrance, he closed his eyes for a moment to feel the wind in his face. As much as he liked the underworld, the ever still air got boring after a while. It was nice to get some fresh air.

"Finally. I was beginning to think you were going to stay down there forever," a cheerful voice said beside him, and Nico quickly opened his eyes and spun around with a hand on his sword, ready to attack. A young man wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, tight jeans and a blindingly bright smile stood behind him. It took Nico a moment or two fully recognize him.

"Lord Apollo," Nico said, wide eyed. Bowing slightly apologetic. "My apologies My Lord. You were looking for me?"

"Waiting for you would be more accurate," Apollo grinned. "You went off without giving me a proper answer or any hints of a yes. Oh, and none of that Lord or Sir stuff. Just Apollo would suffice."

Nico frowned, trying to comprehend what the god was talking about. "I'm sorry," he drawed finally, coming up short. "I don't remember you asking me anything at all Lor-Apollo." He corrected quickly.

"Hmm," Apollo said, as if considering it. "No, I suppose I didn't, not technically. Well, not gonna wait any longer then!" He smiled brightly towards Nico, who resisted the urge to blush at the winni smile. "Go out on a date with me."

Nico blinked, clearly surprised. "What?"

"No, I suppose that wasn't a question either More like a demand really. Let me rethink," Apollo said. "Oh, I got it! How about this? You're really hot and i'm really hot for you so go out on a date with me?

"I don't…I'm not sure I understand, Lord Apollo," Nico said uncertainly. In truth he understood clearly, but for a god-Apollo no less actually wanting to date him? This had to be some sort of a brutal joke. "Was that a poem?" He tried to change the subject.

Apollo frowned slightly. "Yes, though it really shouldn't be that hard to piece it all together," he said. "Maybe I'm underestimating the complexity of my use of words. Damn. Anyway, I'm trying to ask you out."

"Uh," Nico said stupidly, not really sure what in his father's realm was going on. But Apollo was the god of truth, right? Which meant he wasn't lying.

Oh gods.

"Work with me here Sweetheart," Apollo said. "A simple yes will suffice."

"Um, sorry," Nico said. "I…I just really don't think it'll be a good idea. Sorry. And don't call me sweetheart."

Apollo looked surprised for a moment, and smiled again. "Aphrodite said you'd be a tough one," he said cheerfully. "But no worries. I happen to accept this challenge."