Will stared at him, too shocked to feel any certain emotion kther than confusion (if that even counts as an emotion).
"What...?" he furrows his brows.
Nico looks around again to make sure no one is listening, "I was with my father last weekend, and I mentioned how spirits and souls acted in the underworld. Hades said it's because they're interpreting something different than what's really going on, but he said it wasn't because of the Mist. Will, the brain still has activity after death, right? And normal mortals think it's something it's not. Who has actually studied what happened? Will, we experience a different afterlife when we're dead, and I want to document exactly what that document is."
Will stared like Nico was crazy--and he admits, he just might be, "Are you insane?! Nico, I'm not going to kill you for your Hades-inherited obsession with death!"
"Will, listen. I've planned it all out, and know how you can bring me back just fine-"
"Nico-"
"I will do it without you if I have to."
Will stared in disbelief, gaping.
"Will," Nico began again. "Come on. This could be an amazing opportunity. And if anything goes wrong, I'm bringing Annabeth too. Look, I have to know. It's my job and my birthright." And... something I will never tell him.
"Nico, I..." Will went into ultra-thinking mode.
"If you're in, meet me in the basement of the hospital at 11:50 tonight. No one should be up there for about forty minutes after that." Nico instructs.
Nico grabs his boyfriend's hand and kisses his cheek, "I love you."
"Nico, I can't let you, it's too risky." Will pleaded.
"Hades won't let me die if he doesn't want me to, Will. Besides, I'm not asking for your permission. See you tonight." Nico leaves one last kiss before leaving Will alone to his thoughts.
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Flatliners (Nico di Angelo + Flatliners Fanfiction)
Fiksi PenggemarThe afterlife is a questionable thing. "-white light-" "-my family!-" "-horrifying-" "-beautiful place-" It's different for each person, but consists of two things: glorious, splendid, magical imagination, and your sin. But who really knows what hap...