The puns are so bad they hurt. (Oh! Also, if you haven't read "Take Me to Neverland" on here you are missing out on the best Solangelo fanfic I have ever been blessed to read. It's by @naimah-f. Check it out.)
1. He was always reading, and got attached to the characters so much that he was almost a fictional character himself. *cough FREAKING cough*
I walked over to him, his face buried in some nameless book. Was he- crying? Yeah, he was. "What the Tartarus?"
He looked up at me. "He's dead."
"What?"
"He's dead. Gus. He. Died. Hazel loved him. And he died. And she's gonna die too!" He promptly buried his head in my shoulder.
"Who's Gus? Calm down, for gods' sakes." His reply was muffled.
"My book character." Basically Will is a fangirl.
2. Sometimes he was as smart as Athena, and sometimes he couldn't figure his way out of a bag.
"Will?" I tromped around the forest. Capture the flag had long since ended.
"Nico? I'm lost." He stumbled right into me. "Where's the way out? I was scouting and I went too far-" My hand cut him off. I'd heard a low growl.
"Hellhounds." I said, not even sure I heard myself, but he seemed to understand.
Another growl issued from behind me. The hellhound narrowed it's golden eyes. The red coat looked almost blue in the light. I brought out my sword, but it only bared it's fangs. Will was focused on my right. What the Tartarus? "Will, we have bigger issues than the shrub."
He was probably about to argue, but the hound leaped, and I side-stepped it before decapitation. All that was left of the hound was gold dust.
That was when the second hound protruded from the bush, claws extended, mouth open, right at me. I'm going to die. Once and for all. I can't fight this thing, where can I go?
A sword end jutted through both ends of the skull, vertically. On the end of that sword was a hand. An arm. A body. A Will. "Holy schist-" I began.
"We have bigger issues. Like it's getting dark. Cmon."
3. His sense of humor could make anyone smile.
I destroyed another dummy. And another. And another. And another. I felt the waves of darkness radiating off of me, and they didn't leave after training. On top of that, as a joke, the Stolls had done something to my plate to only give me pomegranates. Probably just messing around, but I could do with never eating pomegrantes again.
"Look, if it isn't Sunshine."
"Shut up."
"Okay, I was gonna give you this bacon, but never mind..." He handed me some food and laughed. "See? Sometimes me talking is a good idea."
"Only sometimes," but I could feel the edges of my mouth turn upward.
4. He was smarter than me, and he didn't know it.
"And Prometheus' punishement for giving man fire was..."
"Zeus chained him to a rock and set a vulture to peck out his liver as fast as it would regrow." Wendy said.
"Right."
"Wrong." Will intervened. "He didn't get any punishment for giving man fire, he was punished after Pandora opened the box. Zeus held him accountable, even though woman was his own creation."
5. He tried to make everyone happy, except himself.
His hair was disheveled, his shirt was wrinkled, and he had obviously not slept for at least two nights. But the infirmary was empty, and his cabin passed as cleanest, which was a shock.
"You're running on empty." I warned him.
"But no one else is."
6. If someone was doing something wrong, he didn't stand by.
The Ares kids circled around the eleven year old son of Demeter. The grass around them wilted. "Aw, is the baby scared?"
The victim, John, opened his mouth, but shut it again.
"Leave him alone, asshole." Will shook, white with fury. The only other time I'd seen him this angry was almost a year ago, when Dmitri had called me a freak and a fag. His knuckles were stretched, and the bones exposed looked like they could hurt.
"Who's gonna stop me?" The obvious leader said.
"I am." And Will shoved the leader, breaking the circle. "Cmon." He grabbed John's hand and pulled him away.
Later I asked him why he got so upset when people were singled out.
His sky blue eyes stared into mine. "I did it for Johnny." Tell me it's not just me who gets this.
"Fuck you too."
"Pleasure."
7. He was up for anything so long as no one got hurt.
"Watcha doing?" He said, looking down at my scribblings.
"Making a bucket-list."
"Quite a list you have there. Skydiving, going back to the Ancient Lands- wait, what?"
"I thought it would be a good idea." I felt heat rise to my face and crossed it off.
"No, don't do that."
"It's stupid."
"No, I mean you haven't done it yet." He smiled. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because everyone else has done it."
He pursed his lips, and walked away.
It was after dinner, and I was just about to go the arena to watch people climb the wall. The sun was already gone. "Oh, Sunshine!" Will came up from behind me.
"Gods."
"Come with me." And he handed me a blindfold, which I tied on. I'd learned to just go with whatever he was doing.
He carried me bridal style, and began to run. "Where are you going?"
"Where are we going?"
"That doesn't answer my question."
"It wasn't supposed to." I felt ground under my foot, and he lowered me. "Ready?"
"For what?" The blindfold fell. "Oh my gods, Will. You're-"
"Awesome? Intelligent?"
"Insane. Why would you do this?"
"Because you'd never seen one."
"That doesn't mean decorate my cabin in Christmas lights in November!" My cabin had an inflatable Santa on the roof, with blue, red, yellow, and green lights outlining it.
"That's exactly what it means. Bucket list, please." I unfurled the paper as he further crossed off 'See a lit-up house for Christmas.' "What's next?"
"Oh gods, please don't read that."
"Too late. Let's see... Adopt something, mm, maybe a dog..." His finger traced the page until he saw the last one. "Do you mean that?"
"Maybe."
"Of course, Sunshine." He kissed me. "I'd do all of this with you."
Wow. This could be my favorite thing I've ever written. I don't like sappy stuff but... AWWW SE CUTTEEEEE LE FANGIRL LE SQUEAL LE FEELS
Okay now I'm done.
Yeah this is definitely my favorite thing I've ever written. Yay.
Kisses,
Satan, (Procrastinating to Announce) Lord of Feels.
