#cfc kyle

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@crew-from-capulet

“You have family outside of camp?”

Nico flinched. Instinctually, he crumpled the letter he had been writing (the first to his usual bushel that he would send off for Capulet City); the paper bunched and pressed tight against his chest - like it were some precious artifact to be protected. When he realized it was only Percy, Nico sighed and scowled in equal measure.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” he said snappily. He set the letter back down onto the ground - the uneven terrain of the Underworld hardly made for a quality writing desk, but it was the best he had - and tried to focus on writing. Clearly the son of Poseidon had other plans.

“Well your previous letter is addressed to ‘Dad’,” said Percy as he held up one of Nico’s finished letters in his hand. “I would’ve assumed this was for Hades, but then the address is for Capulet City; so unless the God of the Underworld relocated there--”

Nico snatched the letter from Percy’s hand. “Didn’t anyone teach you how rude it is to rifle through other people’s stuff?” He snapped.

“Nico...” At the call of his name, reluctantly, Nico looked up. Percy was looking at him with an odd expression that seemed to be equal parts annoyance as well as equal parts...relief? “Is that where you’ve been after... Well, after your sister--”

“Yes,” was his hasty response. He didn’t want to hear her name. He didn’t need to be reminded. “Yes - I have family outside of camp. Yes - that is where I have been since I left that stupid camp, and if it weren’t for this stupid prophecy, I would still be at home with my dad - my real dad. Not the distant, blunt, heartless jerk who clearly never wanted me; but rather someone who does want me and actually cares about me and gave me a home! 

“Now does that answer your question, Jackson?”

Silence. For a minute that expanded as if it were eternity, there was nothing else said between the two of them. And Nico had thought that would be the end of their conversation - the one and only attempt at “friendly banter” that Percy would make during their time traipsing through the Underworld together. Then...

“I’m glad you have a place to go back to, and that you have someone who, you know, as you said, ‘actually cares’. You deserve that, Nico,” said Percy. Even despite Nico’s frankly abrasive nature, he still spoke to him with kindness, and with a friendly smile. (It was driving Nico mad.) 

With a huff, Nico packed up his letters - the unfinished and finished - and quickly got back up on his feet. Clearly he was not going to get it finished; thoughts thoroughly derailed. 

Apollo sighed. The feel of Kleitos's fingers in his hair eased the tension in him. Even the ache of his headache ebbed away at the touch, leaving the god entirely at ease for once.

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//Nico and his vampire dad, Kyle

1. Will mentioned that the di Angelo kid had some kind of guardian. Is this the guy? ...He’s cute. Kinda familiar, though.

2. Oh gods. Oh my gods. Holy sacred cows... How in Hades--? It can’t be... right? But I never forget a face. ...Why me? Play it cool, Apollo. Just....Just be cool.