Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.
A/N I heard this song on Pandora, and immediately thought of Nico. This is the song being passed down the generations.
"Here's a Lullaby
for anyone who wants to fly
from there home town
where people drown and where the town leaves die
This old library
has thirty books and one dictionary
but that's okay no one reads anyway we all watch tv
So here's your lullaby
no boy don't cry just rest your head and go to bed your time will come to fly
away
never a day just dream your life away
sleep...
All the dogs will die
they just can't seem to stay alive
cause in this town our cop shoots him down and we just let him go inside
Please God please what happened to our dreams
were losing hope so we invest in dope to feel our vacant feelings
So here's your lullaby
no girl don't cry just rest your head and go to bed your time will come to fly
away
never a day just dream your life away
sleep..." she sang, looking down at the squirming little boy in the crib.
"Sleep bambino," she whispered, running her fingers through the dark hair that sat on top of his light skin. A man came up behind the woman, and looked down at him.
"He looks just like his sister," he said, smiling at the woman he had his arm wrapped around.
"Yes, he does," she said, smiling back.
The boy's eyes closed, and his breathing slowed as he slipped into a deep sleep.
I shot up in bed, panting, sweat trickling down from my temples. That dream. Or was it a memory?
"Nico? What's wrong?" a groggy voice asked from beside me. My wife lifted her head, and looked at me through tired eyes.
"Just a dream, Thals. Go back to sleep," I whispered. She laid her head back down, and almost immediately, two sharp cries broke through the air.
"Ugh," she moaned, starting to roll out of bed to go calm down our twins. I put my hand on her shoulder, and gently pushed her back down.
"I got this," I said, getting up and walking to the room across the hall. I padded over to the crib that held my children. I picked up my baby girl. "Shh, Bianca. Come on baby, quite down." I bounced her up and down. Her cry slowed to a whimper, so I picked up Luke. He, for some reason had light, blonde hair. His eyes were dark, though. And Bianca was a spitting image of my sister, except the bright blue eyes that poked out from underneath her dark mop of hair.
"Here's a Lullaby
for anyone who wants to fly
from there home town
where people drown and where the town leaves die
This old library
has thirty books and one dictionary
but that's okay no one reads anyway we all watch tv
So here's your lullaby
no boy don't cry just rest your head and go to bed your time will come to fly
away
never a day just dream your life away
sleep...
All the dogs will die
they just can't seem to stay alive
cause in this town our cop shoots him down and we just let him go inside
Please God please what happened to our dreams
were losing hope so we invest in dope to feel our vacant feelings
So here's your lullaby
no girl don't cry just rest your head and go to bed your time will come to fly
away
never a day just dream your life away
sleep..." I sang to them. This song fit this family so well, with all the flying and dead dogs. Even books for their nerdy aunt.
"Where did you learn that song?" a voice whispered behind me as I placed the twins back into their crib.
"That was what my dream was. My mom singing that song to me when I was not even a year old. It fit for our little sky god and death god hybrids," I said, wrapping an arm around Thalia's waist.
"Demigod," she corrected.
"When did you turn into Annabeth?" I asked. She hit my lightly on the arm, and dragged me back to bed.
"Go to sleep," she said, lying down next to me.
"'Night, Thalia," I murmured.
"G'night, Deathbreath," she sighed, already on the edge of sleep.
I know, random, right? Well, tell me what you think, and I'll consider what to do for you, whether burn you to a crisp or give you the words largest cupcake/ice cream float. Please review!
~Isabelle~
