Nico sat at the Big Three table, head propped up on his hand. The other hand was wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee as he tried to warm his cold fingers up.
Not only was it far too early for him to bee up, it had been freezing outside in the walk to the dining hall.
His eyes were half-closed when someone else put their hands over his eyes, blocking the light (thankfully) but made him start in his seat.
"Guess who?" Came a familiar voice, and if Nico hadn't recognised the speech, he would've recognised the speaker as the only person sunny, happy and fully awake at this hour.
"It's either Will or the clammy hands of Death." Nico said, heavily sarcastically.
"It's Will!" The son of Apollo said cheerily like he hadn't heard the last part of Nico's comment. He was well used to his boyfriend's bitterness in the morning.
"Damnit." Nico sighed, but his expression softened as Will kissed his cheek, before returning to his own place.
Mornings weren't too bad.
Hey everyone! I know this one is short and honestly quite awful, but I'm going to try and do more (lots more) stories and chapters from now on!
Sorry for having no chapters in so long, and I'm not dead! Just really lazy and unmotivated!
Hope you guys have a great Christmas, or whatever else you celebrate (or if you don't, at least you can enjoy the cheap chocolates in a week or so)
Fez.