La mia luna | Nico di angelo

A reunion that can't last

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Basorexia (n.)
The overwhelming desire to kiss

I stumble slightly, but years of training helped keep me up. His arms wrap around me, and my arms wrap around him. I hug him tight, and he does the same. I notice he still has the jacket I gave him on that cursed and winter day. After a few seconds, he pulls away, and I can get a good look at him.

He looks older, somehow. He looks twelve, but it's more likely he's eleven. His hair has grown a bit, and his skin is no longer the same olive tone, but it's still their. Time in the Lybrinth, making him pale. His brown eyes almost look like dark purple. My heart thumps slightly as I realize where about the same height now.

I tilt my head slightly to look at him better. His eyes held so many emotions, and I could see my own reflection in his eyes. My short, fluffy, and uneven cut black hair. My dark brown eyes, that look black until im in the sun. People were always asking how I got black eyes. Nico's eyes looked like glass. He was trying not to cry.

There are a thousand things I wanted to say to him. My mouth was dry, and my throat hurt. I wanted to hug him again, ask a million questions, but I couldn't, so I punch him in his shoulder instead. He stumbled back slightly, a look of shock and confusion on his face, and it only grew as I hugged him again. Before a small twitch in his lips showed again and he hugged me back. The minutes feel like seconds before I hear Percy clear his throat, and I pull away.

Nico look uo too, his eyes widened slightly as they dart aroubd. Before his eyes hardened, his hand gripped my arm. Then he drew his sword. The blade was similar to mine; short, sharp dark as midnight.
Geryon snarled when he saw it.

"Put that away, Mr. di Angelo. I ain't gonna have my guests killin ' each
other."

"But that's-"

"Percy Jackson," Geryon supplied.

"Annabeth Chase. And a couple of their monster friends. Yes, I know." Greyon rolled his eyes and put a hand on his hip and waved off Grovers muttered words.

"Monster friends?" Grover said indignantly.

"That man is wearing three shirts," Tyson said, like he was just realizing this, and I had to resist the urge to face palm.

"They let my sister die!" Nico's voice trembled with rage. "They're here to kill me!"

"Nico, we're not here to kill you." Percy raised his hands. "What happened to Bianca was-"

"Don't speak her name! You're not worthy to even talk about her!"

"Wait a minute," Annabeth frowned as she looked at Geryon and pointed at him. "How do you know our names?"

The three-bodied man winked. My nose wrinkled in slight annoyance, and I felt Nicos grip tighten as he looked on uneasy at my friend's. Specifically Percy. "I make it my business to keep informed, darlin '. Everybody pops into the ranch from time to time. Everyone needs something from ole Geryon. Now, Mr. di Angelo, put that
ugly sword away before I have Eurytion take it from you."

Eurytion sighed, but he hefted his spiked club. At his feet, Orthus growled. Nico hesitated. His eyes looked back at me and then at Percy and the rest of them. He looked thinner and paler than he had the last time i saw him. I wondered if he'd eaten in the last week. His black clothes were dusty from traveling in the Labyrinth, and his dark eyes were full of hate as he looked at them all.

I felt my chest tighten, and my eyes droop slightly. He looks too pretty to be so angry. It doesn't suit him. At all. I like it better when he's cheery and rants about his love for Mythomagic. I look and meet his eyes and nod my head slightly.

Reluctantly, he sheathed his sword. "If you come near me, Percy, I'll summon help. You don't want to meet my helpers, I promise."

"I believe you," Percy said. I tried not to glare at Geryon as he moved closer.
Geryon patted Nico's shoulder, and I watched as Nicos glare turned to Geryon, and he shrugged off Geryons hand.

"There, we've all made nice. Now come along, folks. I want to give you
a tour of the ranch."