Nico di Angelo | Percy Jackson (sonofhades) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-05-26 04:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2017 may, ~40 points, ~~santana lopez (auntie_snixx), ~~~~nico di angelo (sonofhades) |
WHO: Nico di Angelo and OPEN
WHAT: Being weird and broody, as usual
WHEN: Early Friday morning, before dawn
WHERE: Downtown
WARNINGS: TBD, probably talk of death (it's Nico, after all); talk of sexuality
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Nico wasn't going to the prom. No way. Those things were as bad as Valentine's day with all the love junk and cupids and shit. And he hated cupid. Every time he saw the guy, he was reminded of how he'd outed him against his will to Jason, and how utterly humiliating that had been. He didn't feel the shame he once had over his feelings - Will had helped with that - but it still wasn't something that he wanted broadcasted everywhere. He didn't want people to add that to their list of things that were wrong with him. The list was long enough already.
It was best that he keep his preferences quiet here, anyway. It wasn't like there were other guys who felt the way he did, at least not that he'd seen. There were lots of girls who liked other girls, but he felt pretty much alone with liking guys. But that was okay, he'd felt alone his whole life. It was nothing new. Maybe he'd go to the anti-prom instead, although he wasn't really into getting drunk and stoned and all of that. It did weird things to a demigod's metabolism, and, well, it just wasn't really his thing. He knew all too well how many people had ended up in his father's realm because of abuse of things like that. He didn't want to be one of them.
It was late, but as usual, night was Nico's most productive time. He felt awake and alert, and didn't really feel like going to sleep. So he was out wandering the empty streets of the town. He was just about the only one out, which was fine with him. It was raining a little, too, which was why he finally stopped on a bench under the awning of a closed store, putting his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket as he sat. It was peaceful here, at night. He liked it. His mind was even starting to relax a little until he heard footsteps nearby, and turned his head in the direction of the sound, clearly annoyed at someone interrupting his solitary night.