#thethundersson

[codethief]

      Percy bromantically mocking Jason for his glasses, though I - I can't I'm having feels

[codethief]

         n O All the Jercy on my tl makes me wanna rp it, but like 0 of the Percys I used to RP with are active nowadays

[codethief]

     I really feel like RPing on my old Jason account today but pretty much all my old RP partners are gone lol

[ihadwarnedyou]

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                    ❝ thanks for showing up again after                          a decade later. not like I needed                          help running a camp, you know! ❞ 

[hadesandhalfbloods]

leading

Nico stood in the centre of the clearing, sweat dripping from the curls around his forehead. The sun was high in the sky but he was safely tucked away in the forest, away from prying eyes. He still hadn't made his presence know to anyone save for Jason; there has been chances but he'd hesitated and shied from them, putting it off. Maybe later, and I'm not ready yet, over and over again. 

His limbs quivered and the ground shook beneath his feet when he lost focus. It was difficult, focusing like he was, and not on something like fighting but on focusing in a way he never had before. Nico had always been able to feel others, feel death, feel souls slipping away, but he'd never tried to pinpoint the souls of the living. It was all theoretical, everything still dark, but he was trying to find them human or animal no matter how big or small. 

It wasn't like seeing. Not in the least. But it was something... and fighting... eventually he'd be able to fight like a hero. The world tilted and he fell to the grass, exhaustion taking over as his limbs shook and he lost what he'd had. Rolling onto his back, he felt the warmth of the sun on his face and sighed; at least he could feel it. 

"Hey," he mumbled, knowing Jason was close. The other had been heading towards him for a time. He'd felt his presence before the Ghost King had lost concentration. "The grass is soft. I recommend it." Nico teased. 

[hadesandhalfbloods]

morning

A few days passed. Time was different above ground than it was in the underworld and the fact nico could count the days made it both quicker and slower at the same time. The first few were spent hidden away in Jason's cabin, maybe because Nico had a bed and somewhere to stay and it was warm and dry and safe. Which was different. The nights were similar: Nico fell asleep and was woken by nightmares, Jason read sitting on too of the sheets, and Nico rolled over back facing Jason and fell asleep. Jason would fall asleep, back pressed to Nico's. In the fourth day, Nico fell asleep the same. The sunlight streaming through the window across the bed didn't wake the son of hades, though it warmed his normally chilly skin. Somewhere in the hours of the night, Nico rolled onto his other side. A lanky arm was thrown over Jason and his head was buried in between the other males strong shoulders. A quiet snore rumbled in the back of the boy's throat.

[hadesandhalfbloods]

Leading the Blind

After it happened, Nico had shadow traveled to the one place he could feel both safe and alone: the private school he'd previously attended in Maine. There was an attic where he used to go and play Mythomagic cards all by himself, hidden away from the children who used to pick on him. He'd landed with a thud on the floor unable to catch his breath even as he emerged from the shadows but the darkness didn't leave his eyes. They watered and it took time for him to realise he'd been crying, and he couldn't breathe because he couldn't see no matter how many times he blinked. Mrs O'Leary had brought him food and company for those days he remained hidden and unsure what to do. 

It'd been months. Months since the war and months since he'd disappeared from the camps. Maybe Nico di Angelo might have returned back but his sight was gone and it was one thing to be different, another to be considered less. To be considered unable. Because that's what they'd think of him, especially at Camp Jupiter-- that he'd outlived his usefulness and while he'd never been a real part of the Legions by anything other than honorary status, it still stung. Camp Half Blood might be kinder but a child of Hades was still different. Just another thing to set him apart. 

A few inches taller, hair a little longer, bags under his eyes just a little darker, Nico eventually did the one thing he really swore that he wouldn't: shadow travel back to Camp Half Blood. Honestly, he was scared, and he'd managed the past few months alone but he needed someone and he couldn't burden Hazel-- she had enough of her own stuff going on. So it was Camp Half Blood and Zeus' cabin where he stepped out of the shadows and back into real time hoping Jason might be home. He was close, anyway, he could feel so much (sensitivity to life force and souls and all that jazz). 

[immortaldaughterofzeus]

//Hey guys, I'm not going to have access to my laptop for the next several days, so I won't be on much, if at all. The earliest I'll be able to do replies is Wednesday, but the rest of that week will be pretty busy, so no guarantees. But please, feel free to still tag me in stuff and fill my askbox - I promise I will respond as soon as I can. Thanks! 

(Tagging the people I currently have active threads with, or have messaged recently.)