CELCSTIALL
nico’s heart is in his throat, and he doesn’t even know why at first. he doesn’t see the man at first, doesn’t even hear him exactly. but the air shifts in a way that is so intimately, achingly familiar that nico’s knees almost buckle with the weight of it. he’s going to throw up. he doesn’t think he’s high, or anything. he hasn’t taken anything in recent memory. but it’s the only fucking explanation. he’s on some weird flash-back acid trip. or perhaps the cruelest psychic in the world had pulled his fondest memory from the back of his mind. god knows he has kept isaak locked away. nico shuts down any thought of him, drinks away any reminder; he never even utters his name.
no, no, no. this isn’t happening, and it’s better that it isn’t happening. even the illusion makes nico’s hands shake; he can’t fucking breathe. isaak didn’t disappear like the others -- like parker -- so he can’t come back like them, can he ?? nico can barely stand to look at him. he’s so beautiful and he looks so real that nico shudders. “ what -- what the hell is this ?? ” he tries to spit the words with his trademark disgust, but it sounds like someone knocked the air out of him. a scared little sound rattles his vocal chords; it’s a defense mechanism. whoever this stranger is in nico’s very favorite skin, he’ll knock them out and then move on, skip town.
