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six // glasshouse tarot - sparta

Adrian

There wasn't much time to respond to the girl's departure. Before I could leave the cabin in search for her, yet another stranger had approached me.

This boy was at least a head shorter than me and looked increasingly malnourished in his over-sized jacket. He had a head full of shaggy, dark black hair -- which was surprisingly darker than my own -- to contrast with his pale, olive skin. Although, I didn't have enough time to speculate his physical attributes as he spoke up quickly.

"It's about time you got here," the boy scoffed, leaning against the door. Everything about his facade seemed unapproachable, but he nevertheless acted bold.

Not understanding his ability to predict, I replied, "Who are you?"

The boy, of course, held the same mist of mystery as the girl from before. It was now that I realized they'd been siblings, as the girl had mentioned a half-brother returning from a quest in Italy.

Before I could ask about the quest, the boy shifted quickly from his spot against the door to a nearby bunk. "The name's Nico," he answered hastily, hopping backwards on his bed. He had an arm behind his shaggy head while the opposite hand was suspended in the air, examined by dark brown eyes. "Sometimes referred to 'Ghost King'. Also a victim to teen angst and blonde-haired boys with splattered freckles who happen to have a special talent for healing and making puns."

Nico had the same eyes as the girl from before. I couldn't recall the precise color, but it was evident they shared the same depth of emotion. Nico's, however, were more sharp than the girl's, and contained a strike of lightheartedness.

"You're a demigod," I frowned, crossing my arms.

"No shit, Sherlock," Nico laughed, letting out a quick bite of laughter. This was also similar to the girl's, but somehow she was ... softer.

"I realize you're probably confused as shit, but bear with me," he continued, sighing, attracted to the redundant spinning of a ring on his callused left hand. "Sorry, man, but I was the mentor to the last camper to arrive, you I guess my sister will have to teach you the ways of life now."

"And your sister is --"

"An isolated nightmare, I know," Nico interrupted, laughing again. "Don't tell I said that," he said immediately after, hastily brushing off the insult. "But trust me, she'll warm up to you. They always do."

I removed a hand from my back just to scratch my neck. "But I thought she slept with me," I said, arrogant as always. "We were in the same room as I woke, and she was closer than she had to be while watching me."

Nico raised an eyebrow at me from his bed. "Look," he sighed gently. "I don't know you, but that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

"Now if you'd excuse me," he muttered, getting out of the bed, "I have a few reports to fill out. Good talk, eh?"

I managed a small nod, but it was unrecognized for Nico had left the cabin in a flash. Suddenly the room felt colder, as if the essence of people had distracted its loneliness and now it could express its true feelings.

Did that girl resist me?

I yawned. Of course that girl had known I'd been tired as we were on the roof. I crawled to the nearest bunk, threw the blanket over my stomach, and closed my eyes.

I fell asleep yearning to face the eyes of the girl with the missing name.

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Mara, don't leave me.