Mar 22, 2014
The crawl into bed meme -Vincent
“—Y’know, I don’t know if this hammock can support both of us.”
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The crawl into bed meme -Vincent
“—Y’know, I don’t know if this hammock can support both of us.”
15 -Vincent
"Vincent—" Nico chewed his lower lip, pen clutched in his hand. "Vince, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” He asked, for about the hundredth time.
The son of Hecate sighed, turning to Nico yet again and giving him a look. “I’m sure, love. I signed the form already, even. C’mon—I know you’re nervous—”
"I’m not nervous—”
"—yes, you are, but it’s okay, I get it. It’s a big step. But…" He sighed, looping his arm around the other’s shoulders gently. "We’ve taken a bunch of big steps before. We can do this."
Nico let out a quiet breath, but nodded a little, eventually signing the adoption application form. Minutes later, it was in an envelope and waiting to be sent.
Later that night, before they fell asleep, a quiet voice piped up and asked, “What do you think they would let us adopt? Like—maybe not a newborn, but…an older child? A boy or a girl?”
Vincent cracked open an eye and looked at Nico, who seemed lost in thought. He simply smiled and let out a breath, curling closer to him. “To be honest, it doesn’t matter what child we get to adopt. I’m just glad we can.”
Nico returned the smile. “Yeah…yeah, me too.”
I want the K uwu*
12. Chest Kiss
"This is why I hate going out into the sun."
Nico huffed and turned to face Vincent, who was sitting happily on his bed and scanning through one of his books. The son of Hecate glanced up and nearly burst out laughing—his boyfriend looked almost like a lobster, his chest was so red.
"Sunburns are the worst." Nico grumbled, wincing as he tried to sit down on the bed next to Vincent. "Like, the worst the worst." He sank onto his back and sighed in relief. "Hand me the aloe, would you? Unless you have a magical cure-all and if you did I would love you forever and ever even more than I do now."
Vincent tutted, brushing back Nico’s bangs and handed him the aloe bottle he’d pilfered from Kora’s nighttable. “If I had any ambrosia or nectar, I’d give it to you, but I don’t. Unfortunately.” He leaned over and kissed the now-clear forehead gently. “It’ll heal up in a couple days. You might actually be tan for a while.”
Nico pouted up at him. “I’m Italian, I’m naturally tanner in nature. I’m just pale right now.” He put a layer of aloe on his chest, sighing in relief as his skin started to cool down. “Ohhhhhhhh that feels much better.”
Vincent laughed, pecking Nico lightly on the lips once before leaning over to kiss his chest—which, he immediately recoiled and spat off to the side. “Ohhhhh, gross! Eww aloe taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaste!”
Laughter could be heard bubbling out of the cabin window, followed by Nico’s outburst of, “Oh my gods, Vincent, if you were gonna do that you should have done it before I put aloe on!”
“Oh my gods do you have any water—”
Angst Meme: Terminal Illness || siblingsofmagic
"I love you too. I love you so much." He rocked his boyfriend gently, the way he used to rock his sister when they were small. Who he was trying to comfort, he wasn’t sure - both of them were terrified, and there was only so much the soothing movement could do. Silent tears began to roll down his cheeks, and when Nico stopped breathing for a moment, he held his own breath, mind wiped by fear.
Then the moment passed, and he could feel the son of Hades’ chest heaving, taking in air the way it was supposed to. He let out his breath slowly, holding Nico tighter. “I’m so sorry, Nico. Oh, gods, I’m sorry.”
"This is so shitty." He said quietly, eyes still closed. "This is so shitty, and I'm sorry too--" He fell silent, not sure what else to say. What could they say? He was sick, was going to die in maybe less than a year because of cancer. They could pray for a miracle, pray for some sort of help, but there was no real way of knowing it would work out in the end.
But Nico was already being much too morbid.
He swiped at his face gently, snuffling a little but doing his best to keep from crying more. "Well...from the sound of things, I may have a year." He was quiet a moment longer, before saying, "We'll have plenty of fun in that time, huh?"
//I WILL LET YOU KNOW I JUST ROLLED OFF MY BED IN MY HASTE TO GRAB MY COMPUTER SO I COULD SEND VINCENT/NICO FOR THE DOMESTICITY MEME
//Pffffffffffffff I hope you didn’t hurt yourself <3333 also doing the first since I’ve done the second before
big spoon/little spoon: They like switching it up, but usually it’s Nico simply because he’s smaller.
favorite non-sexual activity: Reading together, or simply being in each other’s company. Holding hands is a favorite. They like dates too.
who uses all the hot water: Neither of them; they try their best not to, to be considerate.
most trivial thing they fight over: Whether Vincent should learn how to play Mythomagic or not.
who does most of the cleaning: Nico, but that’s only when Vincent goes off on a big study-thon.
what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Nico. He’s the one who watches the most TV and movies between them.
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Vincent, since Nico’s too stubborn to admit they need help with their heat.
who steals the blankets: Nico.
who leaves their stuff around: They both do, but most of the time it happens to be Vincent.
who remembers to buy the milk: Neither of them.
who remembers anniversaries: Both of them.
Vincent and Kora?
"Vincent is—cute. A very good boyfriend."
Vincent is the peanut butter to Nico’s jelly. The Minnie to his Mickey. Nico loves being around his boyfriend, starts showing up around camp much more often just to be with him. Nico’d do just about anything to make Vincent happy, keep him safe.
Kora, on the other hand…
"Kora—is scary."
Mostly because she’s Vincent’s sister and can make his life a nightmare if she wanted to, most likely. He isn’t scared easily, but Kora scares him and no Lou Ellen it’s not just because of her name being the same as Regina’s mother’s shhhhhh. Nico’s nice to her, though. He hopes he can stay on her good side.
Nico/Vince! -eva who is too lazy to log into the proper account
[[ouo hai dere
who cooks normally?: They split cooking duties, so it’s fairly even.
how often do they fight?: Not often. If they do, it’s over trivial little things, like who left all the books out or who spilled coffee on the floor.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Do whatever it is they usually do, but also while trying not to seem too lonely or look like a kicked puppy. (This is especially true in Nico’s case.)
nicknames for each other?: Stregone. Little Prince.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Nico, but they don’t go out much; they like staying in, actually.
who steals the covers at night?: Nico.
what would they get each other for gifts?: Books of spells or on the Mist, and trinkets from places they go visit; Nico sometimes showers Vincent in gifts just because he can.
who remembers things?: They both do, but Nico forgets a lot, too.
who cusses more?: Nico, but it’s in Italian so most of the time he gets by with it.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Murder whoever did it
who kissed who first?: Vincent—he’d managed to make Nico oddly shy and quiet so he’d been forced to.
who made the first move?: Again, Vincent.
who started the relationship?: Vincent.
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Alabaster hadn't expected anyone to be at the house; after it had been destroyed in the battle between Lamia and him, he figured people would avoid the place--- it didn't look very welcoming, after all. Yet, the sounds he heard were clearly footsteps. He glanced over his shoulder to the car parked a few meters from there, with Claymore still sitting inside it, a book on his hands. He frowned, deciding it was best to leave the man out of it, for the time being. He got his golden sword ready, and opened the door slowly. If it was just a mortal, he could use the mist to make them think he was just a punk holding a baseball bat. If it were an enemy, though----
“Who's there?”
