Solangelo One-shots.

Bittersweet hurt.

"Are you feeling better?" 

"A little, but my head still hurts." 

Hazel smiled a little. "Trouble remembering?"

He nodded, and she moved from leaning against the door to the foot of his bed. 

"What I didn't get was why you were out there, in the dead of the night, in the freezing cold water." 

"Technically I was out of the water when you all found me." 

Hazel rolled her eyes, settling on his bed, rearranging her skirts onto the bed spread. 

"Nico, you were out in the cold for hours, your lips turned blue! Were you trying to kill yourself?!"

Nico snorted. He couldn't help himself. 

"No, no, nothing like that. I told you, I barely remember. It's all plenty fuzzy." 

Hazel looked like she didn't believe him. Her golden, luminescent eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder. 

A brief image of blue eyes flashed in his brain, before it disappeared, just as quick. 

Wait..blue eyes?

He knew no one with blue eyes. The only person he'd ever known with colourful eyes was Hazel, her fourteen-karat gold eyes a little unnerving when they stare at you, because they were always so unusually bright and glowing.

But the eyes he remembered were blue, not quite as blue as the sea, but blue like the sky on a bright and sunny summer afternoon. 

"You should rest." Hazel interrupted his train of thought. 

The sound of rustling sheets was audible as she pushed him back against the giant pillows he had on his bed. 

"Stop thinking so hard alright?" 

Nico watched her leave with a small, cruel smirk. 

He wished he could stop thinking. 

And stop dreaming of a blue eyed, tan skinned, blond haired boy he's never ever met.

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Nico held the drown in his hand as though he was unsure whether it was going to bite him. 

He could see his warped reflection in the gold. 

"Oh, darling, I'm so proud of you." 

He set down the crown and saw his mother, face in a gentle but proud smile. Her thin, pale fingers reached up to cup his cheek. She delivered a kiss somewhere between his temple and eyelid. 

"Thanks, Mom." 

She smiled again, and placed her hand onto the crown that he was currently holding. "Your father would be proud of you too." 

"Thanks." Nico repeated, biting back the urge to cry. 

"You know, Levesque was better off in this crown, but she threw it all away..this richness, this legacy, and all for what? A faerie." 

Nico felt a stab of pain when she called Hazel by Hazel's old, and supposedly forgotten last name. The way she spat 'Faerie' hurt him too. Never had a word sound so vicious and hateful. 

"Mom, that was Hazel's cho-" 

"Do not say her name on this occasion. It is your day." 

She grinned, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. It only exaggerated the lines that painted her seemingly ageless face. She hastily backed away.