A/N: Oh look Raina wrote another super duper incredibly short fanfic :D
Some angst :D
Gods I love these two so much. Can't wait for the Tower of Nero to come out. Uncle Rick said that they'd have a lot of spotlight
Anyways enjoy!
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The fireworks sparked in the dark sky, cheers and laughs coming from below. The stars twinkled, the moon shimmered. It's the Forth of July, a sleepless night at Camp Half-Blood.
Nico di Angelo stood apart from the others, his hands in his pockets, his dark hair falling over his pale face. He looked around, finding nobody watching him. Silently, he marched towards the forest.
The graveyard of Camp Half-Blood somehow glimmered in the thick night, as if calling the son of Hades to approach. Nico walked inside, the dry leaves crunching below his feet. Everything was dark, but Nico found the tombstone he was looking for with no hesitation.
R.I.P.
Bianca di Angelo
Beloved sister, friend and daughter
Nico stared at his sister's name, trembling with grief. He clenched his Black stygian iron sword, hard, as a single tear escaped his eye. Looking around in a hurry, he wiped it away.
"Bianca..." he whispered at the tombstone, but silence was his only answer. Nico choked, as more tears leaked down his cheeks.
Just like that, he sobbed in the darkness, shaking. His sister's death still left a hole in his heart; the memory of her still burnt painfully in his mind. Her warm arms around him, her twinkling smile, all gone without a trace, and Nico didn't even get to say goodbye.
Suddenly, he felt warm arms exactly like Bianca's wrapping around him. He gasped, trying to push away. In a rush, a blur of blondness flashed into his eyes——Will. Nico's heart jerked, as he struggled even harder. No. Nobody is supposed to see him cry, especially not the son of Apollo. No.
"Let me—Go!" He cried, desperately wiping away his tears. Will released him a little, but somehow Nico still couldn't get away from those surprisingly strong arms.
"Ssh, Nico, ssh..." Will whispered, slowly patting his back. Nico exhaled, calming down. "I'm here for you. I'm here. It's alright."
And Nico found himself believing that. He leaned on Will, who held him as he cried.
"Ssh, ssh, it's okay...it's okay..."
Will's tender whisper filled Nico's heart with warmth, soothing him, bringing his broken pieces back together. In the dark, under the night sky, he just hold him, feeling better second by second, as if Will is a life source, bringing him back to life, giving him the energy to survive.
After what seemed like hours, Nico gently got out of Will's embrace, and straightened himself. He looked pretty shaken, but his eyes shone with a different kind of light. Will stood up as well, smiling brightly. He grabbed Nico's hand into his, as they slowly walked back to the campfire, not saying much. Feeling the soft fingers lancing around his, Nico knew he was finally home.
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A/N: Ehehehehe. So sweet, those two.
I just love hurt/comfort prompts?? Especially with dis sunshiny bi mess and the emo gay disaster?
(That...sounded like Klance.)
Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wish this tiny piece could warm your heart for a tiny bit.
Have a wonderful day, reviewer!
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