Nico di Angelo | Percy Jackson (sonofhades) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-25 16:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2013 november, ~25 points, ~~bonnie bennett (floastfeathers), ~~nico di angelo (sonofhades) |
WHO: Nico di Angelo and Bonnie Bennett
WHAT: Meeting
WHEN: Wednesday morning
WHERE: By the river
WARNINGS: Talk of Death
STATUS: Gdoc'ed/Incomplete
Ever since Lily had given him his emotions back, Nico had been feeling worse than ever. He wasn’t exactly angry at what Karrin Murphy and Harry Dresden had done, but he wasn’t exactly feeling grateful at the moment either. Having no emotions whatsoever hadn’t been awesome, but at least it hadn’t hurt. This hurt. And having all those emotions piled back on top of him all at once? Gods, he’d thought he was going to die. Harry’d...put him to sleep or something, and when he’d finally awakened...well...it still hurt. But he was going to make it. He wasn’t ready to die yet, as much as sometimes he thought he was.
He was skipping school again, but he didn’t care about that. He hated school. He couldn’t read the board, and nobody wanted to do anything with him, and he could hear people making fun of him behind his back. He was ‘creepy.’ ‘Weird.’ ‘That Goth dork.’ ‘Stupid.’ ‘Can’t even read.’ And a thousand other things that he tried to ignore but just...couldn’t. And he couldn’t face that today. Not with everything he was dealing with.
His bookbag (black, like the rest of his clothes), sat by his feet as he sat on the bench. It was a cold, misty morning, and everything seemed shrouded in a grey fog that made the world seem tiny and empty at the same time. It swirled around him until he could almost hear his own heart beating in the smothering silence of it. But it was better than going to school. Nico would take being alone over company any day.
But soon, he got the feeling that he wasn’t alone anymore. He felt that...presence. That...almost dead presence that he’d felt when the woman had arrived in town. She wasn’t dead exactly, but she wasn’t alive either. He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it, and that, more than anything, piqued his interest a little.
He turned around, but the fog was too thick to see her.
“Bonnie? I mean...Miss Bennett? Are you here?”
***
"No, call me Bonnie," the witch answered and she moved in the direction of the voice, "Miss Bennett makes me feel like I should curtsy or something." She grinned as she saw a face that matched up with one of the people she'd talked to on the town network. Sure, she'd teased him about his observations being rude, but she liked him. There was nothing wrong with being direct, anyway.
Not to mention, he was the son of Hades. That was either really creepy or really cool. She could sense a power coming from him, too. Nico might look like a normal teenager, but she would have been pretty sure he wasn't one even if he hadn't told her who he was.
Bonnie couldn't help being curious about him as she stepped closer. Especially after her own experience with being dead. And then being back to life as the anchor to the Other Side. She wondered how it worked differently in a world where Hades wasn't just a myth.
***
Nico looked up at her as soon as her face cleared in the fog, and frowned slightly. He’d wanted to be alone, but he supposed if there had to be someone here, that she was better than some. After all, she did seem a little interesting to him, with her maybe-maybe not dead thing.
“Hi,” he said a bit awkwardly, standing and shoving his hands in his pockets. He was underweight, with a frightening darkness in his eyes that showed he’d suffered a great deal recently, but he bit his bottom lip.
“So how’d you die? Or not?”
***