His name was John.
John Moon of the Hephestus cabin.
He wasn't killed by a monster in the forest, or out on a quest. No, he was killed by his own creation. Ironic, wasn't it?
They burned his shroud that night, metal links crumbling to ashes in the magical flames, burning low and black, with just a few sparks of blazing red.
The shroud was simple chain, but some of the links were of different metals, forming the emblem of a golden sword. His friends had designed it and his siblings had built it. Now the whole camp burned it.
Will and Nico sat together, shadows wrapped around them like a blanket. Nico had his arm around Will, holding him tight. The golden-haired boy wasn't watching the fire. His face was turned inwards, pressed against Nico's chest. Nico's jacket was zipped around them both, and he could feel his shirt wet where Will buried himself in it.
The dead boy's friends were near the campfire, together next to the Hephestus cabin, where they hugged each other tightly. Sera Flight of the Athena cabin, and Jesse of the Iris cabin. They had been working on the project together, he knew. Jesse was the designer, Sera the planner, and John did the building. But it hadn't quite worked out that way this time.
Nico closed his eyes and rested his head on Will's.
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Blood-Soaked Rainbows
FanfictionA Solangelo fanfic with sweetness and fluff as well as angst and stuff. Basically one and two-shots in the same universe. Comes with trigger warning. Duh. Nico can't believe anyone could like him. Will can't believe he believes that. They both need...
