soulangelo

solangel-oh

I wake up the next morning with a grin plastered on my face. Austin stares at me. "Well, someone's happy," he says. "So, how'd it go? You got rejected again, like you did with--"

"I thought we agreed we shall never speak of that again."

"No. You agreed to that. Not me. There's a big difference there, buddy." I shake my head, then proceed with my daily morning routine.

.•x•.

I call Nico over to my table during breakfast. He whispers something to Percy and Annabeth, both of whom look back my direction (did that make any sense at all) and then joins us.

"So... Nico...," starts one of my many siblings, a smirk on her face. "I heard you got a boyfriend. What's his name?"

"I don't- we're not- could all of you just stop using those words?"

"Which words," I ask. "She said quite a few. They might be a bit to advanced for you though. Like boyfriend--"

Nico punches my arm, and I wince in pain. "Stop it," he says. "All of you corrupted demigods are ruining my innocence."

"Innocent Neeks? Well that's an oxymoron."

"What's an oxymoron?"

.•x•.

After spending the whole day in the infirmary, I spend some time with Nico during the sing-along. As always, Nico stood in the shadows, roasting marshmallows on something that looked suspiciously like a home. Today, for a change, he stood behind me, criticising my terrible singing.

"If you ever want to torture someone, Solace, I think you'd be safe with just singing." I use my poker to poke his jacket. He curses in Italian, and it must have been really colorful, unlike his outfit and personality, because Chiara, the Italian daughter of Tyche, stared at him with an expression of shock painted on her face. (and that, fellow solangelo obsessors, is the epitome of redundancy.)

In the little time we have between the sing-along and curfew, I discover something shocking about Nico.

schist. I just realised that this was in present tense... and in first person
i guess i'll have to change it eventually....