Wisdom's Son & the King of Ghosts
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 16:20:42 GMT -8
Why was he still here? Nico wasn’t entirely sure as he stared out across the property line. He could so easily just walk away and perhaps no one would notice. Who would really notice if he left? Rachel, maybe Annabeth, and… Percy. He practically ground his teeth together and shook the thought of the son of Poseidon out of his head. He fidgeted with his skull ring, the simple act of twisting the ring would have upset any dead around him. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and let out a sigh. Why was he even here in the first place?
He frowned, not trusting himself to answer that question. He stepped a couple paces into the shadows of a few trees, feeling more comfortable in the darkness than the sun’s light. He wondered if Percy was looking for him, wanting to discuss more about their plan of action toward the other camps. He doubted it. The older demigod was probably too busy with his girlfriend. His shoulders slumped and his gaze lowered to his feet. He didn’t like it when he own thoughts practically killed him.
His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword and he found that, not a surprise, he wanted to leave the camp. He felt so out of place there. The way other demigods looked at him and acted when he was around. He realized that it might have been solely because he was the son of Hades, but what if there were other reasons? What if they simply looked at him and decided that they didn’t like him? He shuddered at that possibility, though he felt that it was likely.
“Stupid Jackson,” he grumbled, blaming Percy for him even visiting the camp. He felt more at home around the dead, was that such a bad thing? He liked Rachel, but he knew that Percy was the real reason why he would return to the camp. He quietly cursed himself in Italian, removing his hand from his sword’s hilt and running it through his hair.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 9:15:22 GMT -8
Theodore did not know how long he had been sitting out in the sun shine, reading his book. He must have been here at least an hour or two... or possibly five? Time was of little consequence to Theo by now. As soon as he settled down with a good book, he could be lost for days at a time between the pages of a good book. Right now, Theodore had taken off his Doctor Who hoodie and laid it on the ground as a substitute for a blanket, plus it was far too much of a nice day to wear a black hoodie. He would be boiled alive under the thick fabric.
Theodore was spread out on his front, his book propped up to hide his face, and his reading glasses were balanced precariously on the edge of his nose. His mind was numb to the soft sound of wind through the grass and the sound of near by foot steps. He was completely enthralled in the book. He had just gotten to the part where the main character was finally going to confess his feelings to the girl of his dreams, to bad the said girl was in coma. So when a voice spoke up just a few feet away from him, Theodore completely jumped. He flailed wildly for a moment before jumping to his feet, brandishing his book like a weapon. When his eyes fell on Nico di Angelo, the son of Hades, and hero of the previous war a few years ago, his face went bright red and he made a sound similar to a drowning cat.
Realizing how stupid he must look, Theodore quickly dropped his book and pushed his glasses more firmly on his face. He tried to give the son of Hades a reassuring smile and little awkward wave of acknowledgment. "Oh! Hello Nico. I didn't see you there." Theodore said, subtly trying to kick his trashy romance novel under his sweater where Nico wouldn't see it. Nico di Angelo who happened to be the guy Theo had been crushing on for oh, I don't know? Three years now? Or was it four? Either way it was far since passed from the 'cute' zone to 'just shut up and confess' zone.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 19:11:55 GMT -8
Nico hadn’t noticed Theodore. But of course Ghost Kings don’t jump, even a little bit, when they’re startled. At least he wouldn’t have admitted to it, though he did have a slight start when he suddenly caught someone flailing around in the corner of his eye. Gods, wasn’t there any place he could go at camp where he could be alone? Apparently not. It wasn’t that he minded Theo’s company – the son of Athena was one of the few people that seemed to actually like his presence. He raised an eyebrow at the book – he doubted it would serve as a decent weapon – but he didn’t get a chance to see what it was before it was on the ground.
Theodore certainly wasn’t Percy, but Nico had to admit that the blonde son of Athena – gods he hoped he wasn’t like some gender bent version of Annabeth – wasn’t bad looking at all. He was almost a year younger than the son of Hades. And he looked cute with his glasses on, especially when they fell a little down the bridge of his nose and had to be pushed up. Nico’s thoughts came to a crashing halt when Theodore spoke and brought him back to reality. He blushed when he realized what he had been thinking, creating a pink tint against his skin.
“I wasn’t really trying to be seen,” he replied, hoping he came off as calm and composed and not like he had just been admiring Theo’s looks. He had known Theo for about three to four years now, but he didn’t quite consider him to be a friend. Hell, half the time he still thought he was just a pest to Percy – so he didn’t really think that he had friends, or at least close ones. Besides, the last person he’d been close to had been Bianca, and she had… passed away. What if anyone else he got close to were taken away from him too?
“What are you reading?” he asked, nodding to the book. He wasn’t really interested in what Theodore was reading, but for some reason he didn’t want the conversation to just die.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 8:41:03 GMT -8
Try as he might, Theodore couldn't help but melt slightly at the calming baritone sound of Nico's voice. It was possibly in the top five things he enjoyed most about Nico. Not that he had a list like that in the first place. That would be weird. He had almost completely missed out on what Nico was saying in the first place because he was admiring the boy's voice. Dear Gods did he have it bad.
Wiping his sweaty palms discreetly on his jeans, Theo carefully sat back down on his sweater and curled in on himself in an effort to encourage the ground to swallow him whole. "Oh, well I'm sorry for staring. I mean, seeing you. It's just kind of hard to not look." Zeus strike him down now. "By that I mean, it is difficult to ignore a person who happens to be several feet from you. That would be very oblivious of me and downright dangerous. With such uncertain times we live in, one must always be on guard." Theo had to make a conscious effort to stop his vocal cords. He almost considered smothering himself with his sweater, but quickly decided against it. More for the fact that he didn't want to die of something as ridiculous as self suffocation in front of Nico than an actually will to keep on living.
Theodore took several deep breaths to calm himself which turned out to be completely ineffective when Nico spoke up again. He promptly choked slightly on his inhalation of air and winced at the change in topic. Quick, Theo thought to himself, think of something other than cheesy romance genre. He distractedly ran a hand through his hair in an effort to give himself time to think and simultaneously lamented on the time when he used to have a vast vocabulary and quick thinking mind. Now, his mind was about as useful as a solar powered flashlight. "Just some physics basics. Nothing too interesting." Theodore reassured Nico, hoping against hope that the topic would be dropped in favour of something safer to talk about. "Why are you up here anyway? Not that you're not allowed or anything. It's just that I spend a lot of time here and I don't think I've ever seen you around and most campers like to spend their day at the beach rather than so far off here."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 21:43:03 GMT -8
Nico could start a list of the differences he was noticing between Annabeth and Theodore. He'd thought Athena's children were all alike, but maybe that was just with their knowledge and keen eyes for battle strategy. Annabeth was the only one he knew fairly well, and he realized he didn't know her as well as friends usually knew each other. Were they friends? It seemed like something he should ask Annabeth, but he didn't want to. Conversations with anyone at camp were to be kept at a minimum.
He paused. Had Theodore just admitted to staring at him? Or was it a simple slip up? Did children of Athena make slip ups? His face felt flushed and he quickly diverted his eyes. He'd probably just been staring at him the way others at camp stared at him - disbelieving as if they'd thought he was just some ghost story told to scare little kids. It was unnerving and the mere thought of it caused him to shift uncomfortably on his feet. He was pretty sure even Percy was still a little bit uncomfortable around him. No one ever looked at him the way he'd once looked at Percy. No one looked at him with affection of any kind, not since Bianca.
"I wouldn't worry too much," he said, shrugging nonchalantly, trying not to seem like the depressed, hormonal teenager he had somehow become. He didn't like thinking about himself. It was embarrassing. "We - the cabin leaders, Mr. D., and Chiron I'm sure are going to make sure nothing bad happens." He didn't really consider himself part of Camp Half-Blood. He had a cabin here and because he was the only member, he was the cabin leader. When it town, he came to the meetings and gave his two cents when he thought it was necessary. He didn't think he always needed to be here. He didn't think the camp really needed him.
When Theodore choked a little, Nico, who wasn't as heartless as some of the campers probably thought, was quickly knelt down in front of him, pulling out a small canteen of water he had stuffed in his jacket pocket, in case he'd gotten thirsty - he couldn't afford to buy a drink. He held the canteen out to the son of Athena.
"Are you okay?" he asked, clearly concerned. When asked why he was there, he set the canteen down in front of Theodore and briskly stood up, pulling away from the blonde. He couldn't help wondering if he was making Theodore uncomfortable. Did he want him to leave? He thought he should leave.
"Well I'm not really a camper," he commented, stuffing his hands in his jacket's pockets and staring at his shoes. He at least didn't consider himself a camper. He didn't feel welcomed at Camp Half-Blood, not fully at least. "And I don't hang out with the campers." They don't want me to was unsaid but he thought it was implied.
"I was actually just leaving," he admitted. He wasn't sure why he said that. It wasn't any of Theodore's business. Besides, why would Theodore care? "I just came to help out, but I think it's time I get back to the dead now."
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