Self-love Nico again because i say so - those times Nico finds solace from within his darkness.
Prv post about Self-love, Immortal Nico. Can be read separately tho.
More than anyone else, Nico should be able to find ease in his own powers.
Enough with the āNico is scared of darknessā. He shouldnāt be afraid of himself, of his own essence, of what makes him him. No i donāt care if Underworld thing-ies are creepy or people are scared of them. They can suck it up because Nico is wonderful the way he is and he deserves to be free of judgement.
So now iām here and fantasizing again.
- Nico was homeless after Percy returning after the quest without Bianca. He run away and was on his own since then. He was 10-year-old. How does a 10-year-old child - as innocent and fragile and lively as Nico was - survived on the filthiest streets of New York for months? -> My headcanon is because his powers subconsciously protected him. The shadows hiding him from any bad mortal. The ghosts reached out for him, leading him to where to get shelters and food, their whispers were the white noise to chase away the forlorn silence. Broken grounds and undead creatures torn him away from dangers.
Thatāa why Nico returned with the best grasp of his own powers, so powerful, so skilled.
- Darkness comforts him - the same way water heals Percy - because itās his element and thatās where he belongs, yes Nico belongs to the dark because so what? Darkness doesnāt mean bad thing. Itās just that people always seem to crave the sun and automatically associate the lightless-ness with bad things. No itās doesnāt. And Nico knows it, thus be able to pull out the best of it.
He finds its silence peaceful, not bleak. He finds its weight pulling on his eyelids relaxing, not suffocating. He finds the darkness serene. Calm. Undisturbed. The same way sleep recharges you and you wake up free from all the heavy shackles. Only within darkness can Nico close his eyes, give in to the call and rest, let it submerge him in tranquilness.
āThe darkness is my birthright.ā
- He sleeps more than normal people, partially of his natural abilities, partially of the fact that he has grown to love sinking into the darkness.
- He learns the way to grasp a hold of it. The good side wouldnāt hurt him. The bad side crushed under his feet. restrained. confined.
- Nico di Angelo revels in the dark. Shadows cling to his steps, weaving through his hair and wrapping itself around him like a blanket, a shield. Protective. Safe. A friendly and comforting presence.
- He brings darkness to wherever he goes. Not like an apocalypse, obviously, but like the tingling air settles down and the harsh sunlight dims a little. The shades darkened and everything seems to quiets down. Wistful. Melancholy, even.
- And his darkness can bring out the memories. The painful, scary ones - anguish and sorrows. Because one always has something to dump in the dark. To hide. To forget. But the shadows hold them all. Nico holds them all. And he can somewhat plunges you into the pool of your darkest secrets all over again.
- Whenever his emotions grow, it reflects on the shadows, too. They shimmer and swirl, bend and break, devour the light and pierce through everything that upsets/ angers Nico. If you hurt him, they would chase you to where even the light canāt tread, forever haunting, suffocating, tearing you apart before swallowing you whole.
- He sees the ghosts as an equal, with utmost respect and admiration. He treats them like how he would treat a normal person. normal. This is canon btw, Minos said to use animal blood and Nico insisted on Happy Meal - his favorite.
- Yes, he enjoys scaring the shit out of people with all the hiding-in-the-dark thing.
- Shadows has their own consciousness. Every shadow is a reflection of something, what they are and what they made of/ from. Nico sees it. And he made friends with them. He doesnāt automatically knows the person/ whatever. He only knows their shadows. But they can talk and move and touch him. Friends in his own world. One of a kind.
- Tartarus was all ashes and fire, the burning sensation shattered his skin and soul. His nightmares are painful. Vehement. Violent. Darkness was not. Darkness was static. Blinding. Numb. Still and cold. his mind could rest.

















