In a world where every demigod at some point in their life grows wings, Nico certainly thought he has one of the shittiest wings possible. They weren't big, they weren't sleek, they weren't flashy, they were just...small. Ruffled. Black with the shoulders red and yellow. Basically, both his wings and Nico himself were pretty fucking pathetic. Everywhere he looks, there are people with better wings than him. From intricate hummingbird wings to grand albatross wings. Everybody always managed with wings better than his.
And he sat alone, with his small redwinged blackbird wings.
In a world where every demigod at some point in their life grows wings, Leo thought that his wings were certainly not bad, but not impressive either. They were the color of ash, average sized, and wrapped around him quite comfortably. The only problem was that his left wing was mostly broken. He couldn't fly normally, couldn't preen his feathers like almost everyone else did, and he couldn't even move it much without feeling searing pain. While everybody else could easily flap their wings and start flying, he struggled to even flap his wings once.
So he usually sat alone, with his broken maleo wings.
Both of them were alone until they found each other.
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temporary cover, i cant draw humans for shit lmao
uhhhh so yeah! wingfic since i thought leico def needed one
pretty angsty but there's some fluff in there.....somewhere lmao
In which, a 15 year old signs up to play the games, unknowing of the friendships she'd make and the people she'd lose.
( published 11/10/2021 )
( completed 18/10/2021 )
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