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It was almost ten at night, most campers were asleep, or at least in bed. The son of Hades was an exception, he was suited up in a black jacket, dark grey skinny jeans and a black T-shirt with a white circle in the middle. Nico Di'Angelo stalked through the graveyard at the edge of camp, know exactly where to go.
Twelve rows back, four from the left. He repeated it like a mantra. That and the date December nineteenth, Bianca's death date. It was the anniversary of his beautiful sisters' death.
His knees were already wobbling when he was ten rows back, but when he stood at the foot of the giant angle Chiron had chosen as a burial marker, they finally gave out.
He fell to his skinny knees, a perfect tear ran down his cold, pale cheek.
"Bianca?" he whispered, like he was trying to wake her. Another tear rolled down his cheek, then another. It wasn't long before he was full on sobbing into his leather jacket.
He had lost, not only his sister, but his best friend, that day. And here he was four years later, still missing her, still missing the one who cared when no-one else would. The one who held him when he cried, now here he was holding himself. she would laugh with him, at him, around him, gods he missed her laugh.
She was the only one who loved him for Zeus's sake.
"Why… Why did you have to die?" he questioned in-between his cries, he half expected an answer, but when one didn't come, he slumped and sobbed harder.
Nico jumped when to tanned arms wrapped around his waist, he turned to look, but his eyes were just too blurry, he only saw a blonde blob.
Annabeth? He thought in confusion.
"Shh shh shh, Nico, it's gonna be okay." A masculine voice whispered, no, he'd recognise that voice anywhere. Will. Will fucking Solace. The son of Apollo that Nico had a small crush on, although, he wouldn't admit it. That's when he realised, Will had now seen him cry, no one was allowed to see him cry. 'Crying is a weakness' the lord of the dead had said.
The dark-haired boy tried to wiggle out of Will's grasp, but failed.
"Let me GO!" he practically screamed tears still dripping from his eyes. The golden-haired child winced a bit at the volume, but held Nico to his hard, muscled chest, not that Nico noticed, nope not at all.
"No, Nico… Nico look at me?" it was more of a question than a statement, the child of death shook his head, eyes glued to the foot of Bianca's angle. Will cupped Nico's face in his hands and forcefully lifted it "Look. At. Me." Now it was a command.
Nico slowly lifted his eyes to meet Will's, they held so much concern and… love?
"I am going to help you" he started, his eyes were level with Nico's own "I am here for you, not only to stitch you up physically, but mentally too." Will took his hands "You just have to let me in" the blondes voice softened.
They stared at each other for some time before Nico rested his forehead against Will's
Will was the first to speak, his voice was low, husky "alright?" he stood and held his hand out to Nico, who was still sat on the ground.
Nico nodded slightly "alright" he whispered, it was barely audible above the sounds of the wind, but Will caught it. Nico took the boys hand and stood. He was almost immediately pulled into a warm embrace. It was enough to push Nico over his emotional barrier again and he started crying onto Will's orange 'C-H-B' T-shirt.
And another one bites the dust
So it's 4:44 am in England rn
This is yet another Headcanon inspired write.
- Estella Hughes
Wattpad- Gemini-Drive
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