One Shots, Two Shots And A Dead Drew.

Achilles come down

Nico stood on top of a cliff. The waves crashing down on the rocks. He could feel the drowsiness of shadow-travelling so far, but he didn't care. He stared at the bottom of the cliff where he knows he will be soon. He could hear the bird songs- loud and shrill as if telling him not to jump. He could feel the sun burning into his face warning him to not dare. He could hear the world begging him not to go. But his world already left him. His world was gone- his solace in the darkness. Nico could remember Percy saying "you're scaring us- all of us. Most of us love you! Nico, it's not much but there's proof!" He could still imagine Will's laugh as he teased him. "You crazy-assed cosmonaut!" Remember your virtue redemption lies plainly it truth. Nico stared at the waves once more.

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof.

"Vedo molte persone morire
Perché credono che la vita non valga la pena di essere vissuta
Ne vedo altri, che paradossalmente vengono uccisi per le idee
Per le illusioni, che danno loro una ragione per vivere
Ciò che chiamiamo motivo di vita è allo stesso tempo un ottimo motivo per morire"

Nico sighed. Sitting down at the edge of the cliff. He doesn't want to be here but- he doesn't want to leave at the same time. He could hear Hades lecturing "the self is not so weightless, nor whole or unbroken"

Will looked at him, an uneasy smile plastered on his face. "Where you go I'm going. So jump and I'm jumping." He stated.

Nico could feel tears falling down his cheek. "Since there is no me without you, soldier on, Achilles...Achilles" he whispered.

Will smiled softly. "loathe the way they light candles in Rome. But love the sweet air in the votives." The thought shifted to Nyx as she grinned to Nico, "hurt and grieve but suffer alone, engage with the pain as a motive. Today of all days see-" Nyx held up his Solace with nothing at all to care. "How the most dangerous thing is to love." As she dropped Will into the shadows. Will smiled weakly as he gripped Nico's hand. "You will heal and you'll rise above" then, his hand went still. The warmth that was always there disappeared. He was gone.

A voice spoke in Nico's head. He wasn't sure if it was his voice or not. 'Jump now. You are absent of cause or excuse so self-indulgent and self-referential. No audience could ever want you. You crave the applause yet hate the attention. Then miss it, your act is a ruse.
It is empty, Nico, so end it all now. It's a pointless resistance for you'

'Nico, just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed. It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy of feeding and it's wholly untrue. You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing, it's all just conjecture and gloom. And there may not be meaning- so find one and seize it! Do not waste yourself on this cliff.' A familiar voice echoed around the trees, as if the wind has found its voice.

Two voices were fighting now. The wind that has found its voice- oddly familiar. And the voice in his head.

'You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers' (it's not worth it, Nico)
'More poignant than fame or the taste of another' (don't listen, Nico)
'But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker' (you're worth more, Nico)
'You will not be more than a rat in the gutter' (so much more than a rat)
'You want my opinion, my opinion you've got' (no one asked your opinion)
'You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts' (no one asked for your thoughts)
'Be done with this now and jump off the roof' (be done with this now and get off the roof)
Can you hear me, death-boy? 'I'm talking to you'
I'm talking to you
'I'm talking to you'
I'm talking to you
Nico, come down
'Nico, come down'

Nico looked to the horizon and saw a figure. "Will?" He gasped. The figure was glowing, not the harsh glow of the sun but a glow of the moon, the stars. A soft glow that felt safe and comforting. Nico stood up and started racing towards the figure. Sunlight still blocking him.

Throw yourself into the unknown.

Nico pushed through the light, ordering the shadows to help.

With pace and a fury defiant.

He could feel rage seeping through.

"Clothe yourself with beauty untold and see life as a means to triumph." Said the wind.

Nico, with one last painful stab of the shadows made the light falter. Falter for jut long enough for him to stand oh so very close to the edge.

He took as step forward and fell.

"How the most dangerous this is to love."

"How you will heal and you'll rise above. Crowned by an overture bold and beyond. Ah, it is more courageous to overcome."

Nico felt the air whistling through his ears. The light-headedness of falling. He heard the birds stop crying and the wind stop moving. He felt the splash of water when the waves crashed against the rocks. He felt...

Warm.

As if he was in someones arms. Holding him tight. It laughed. "You are such an idiot. Neeks." Nico looked up. He wasn't falling. He was floating- flying. Then he looked at the figure.

"Will"

"Yeah, it's me death-boy"

Ahhh. So yeah. This is actually a sad amount of words but that's fine. Here is the translation to the Italian.

I see many people dying
Because they believe that life is not worth living
I see others, who paradoxically are killed for their ideas
For illusions, which give them a reason to live
What we call a reason to live is at the same time a very good reason to die

Weirdly depressing isn't it! Ha.ha.ha.

Yeah, uh I'm not sure if this is supposed to be like a happy ending thing but- at least they're together? Though, who's dead? Hmm I don't know lmao. Also this is when he and Will went to Tartarus. Cuz the prophecy said "to lost something of equal value" or whatever it said. I don't really remember it word for words but oh well.

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