Shadows lashed out that had silhouettes similar to thorn like whips yet was turned to dust before such things could do any real damage with a brilliant- almost holy- like light.
Sharp claw like nails scratched at inhumanly porcelain white skin, no sound was made except the heavy breathing and the silent yet desperate muttering of no no no no no no no- of the person as he desperately clawed at his face and neck, eyes so wide and pupils delated to a terrifying degree he looked crazed.
(-or perhaps he already was,)
Chunks and pieces of flesh fell or dangled in messy jet black hair that reached and flowed like waterfall on the floor,
Knees scraped on the white marble floor as the person desperately kneeled in front of the mirror with artfully deliberate golden shingles as framing and-
"No..."
Unlike before when the word was only said in desperation and hysteria, it now had the edge of denial to it,
The word was spoken out by a raspy voice that sounded more like a choked sob more than anything,
Nico di angelo place his hand on the slowly but quickly healing wounds on his face and-
He bled gold.
'I bleed gold'
he thought, uncomprehending,
he stayed,
kneeling in front of the mirror in what felt like hours in eerie silence unfeeling, thoughtless, and uncomprehending.
it was only interrupted by a gentle sound -so quiet no mortal would be able to hear such- as a person with sun kissed skin, golden hair, blue eyes, and who wore a pure white chiton with golden accents around the edges,
silence.
Then-
He lunged.
he screeched, the sound entirely inhuman and instinctual.
'Tch-'
Apollo stopped him.
"Snap-!"
golden chains, glowing -so fiercely it hurt for even a god to look at- and scorching forced nico down in an instant, with the floors cracking at the force.
Apollo signed disappointed, and hushed nico, he caressed the young gods right cheek, the gesture gentle and loving.
(But to poor pitiful nico it was only mocking.)
Unknown to the still screeching god, golden tears fell down the despaired gods face as he continuously struggled and fought back the restrictions-
Apollo ignored it all.
Instead, he whispered to his beloved in a sad tone of voice,
"Oh my love, it truly saddens me to see you like this"
It rang true to Apollo.
He he he, idk what im doing, this was supposed to be longer but i gave up and cause i don wanna ruin this more and imma just wright another really short fic sequel to this instead(if i have the chance and motivation; the exams are nxt, ...pls cnd help
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Actually come to think of it- is this considered a drabble?