Summary: "He forgets how to breathe when brown eyes meets his"
Pairing: subtle Reynico. familial!Bianca&Nico
Time frame: after the war, late teens!Nico
Notes: this one's kind of confusing but i kind of like it. ( also, thank you for the follows, but reviews are equally nice too! :'D )
B is for Bilita Mpash ( Bantu )
The opposite of a nightmare. Not merely a "good" dream, but a "legendary, blissful state where all is forgive and forgotten."
Children of Hades never dream much. It is both their curse and their blessing. Nico is always sleeping anyway, and he appreciates the nothingness present with his dreamless rests, but at the same time he wonders why Reyna looks so blissful when her eyes are closed and the armor is gone .
( Nico remembers falling asleep, cold and alone, but doesn't quite remember how he is sitting in this room of white. There is a little girl, no older than five maybe, with him. She doesn't seem to pay much attention to him at all.
But then she turns around and suddenly she is a little older than fourteen maybe, with a braid that falls below her shoulder blades and freckles scattered across her nose and silver silver silver.
He forgets how to breathe when brown eyes meets his )
Nico opens his eyes and drowns in obsidian. Reyna's face hovers a careful distance away from him but her eyes are bright, shining despite the dark, and he has to rack his brain for a good full minute to realize that he has fallen asleep on her lap. And she hasn't killed him yet, so he takes it as a sign of trust.
Her finger traces his cheek in an almost ghost-like manner before she tells him simply, "You were crying." He stops her hand and squeezes it lightly in almost reassuring manner.
"I had a dream." he whispers and Nico wonders how she hears him despite his quiet voice. Reyna raises a brow slightly, as if the thought of him dreaming is something shocking for the young praetor. She knows the implications of a dreaming demi-god, and usually it's not something you talk about.
"Was it a prophecy of some sort?" she asks before Nico reaches up, his fingers barely touching her skin until he brushes a stubborn strand of hair away from her face. He gives her some credit for not even so much as blinking. Reyna then quietly adds, "...a nightmare?"
( "Don't worry about me, Nico." she whispers and he tries to scream her name, Bianca Bianca Bianca, but he finds no voice.
Her hand is warm and comforting and is home in every sense of the word when she places it tenderly on his cheek )
"Nah, it was just a dream."
( He doesn't catch the upward quirk of her lips before he closes his eyes and wakes up )