#ihadwarnedyou

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ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀs,  something settled firmly in between stupefied surprise and mild repulsion, as if he's been struck dumb by the mere sight of the boy. This is a first for the likes of Yatogami. He toys with the idea of what brought the boy-god hybrid to life and rebels against it, equal parts interested and embarrassed.

                          " well, I'll be damned. "

it is a prejudice far too ingrained within to accept, a myth brought to life, all ideals of god-human interaction ripped asunder in that moment. Now see why he ogles and he stares and he doesn't want to think that a god made love to a mortal and from that union came a child. He is of the Old world and this, this boy, is the New. 

( all hail gayden tbh. )

       Sometimes, Pandora just needs to feel the weight of it in her hands. Of the thing that changed her life so many, many years ago. It's not as heavy as the decision, of course-- she doubts anything could feel like that does. Sometimes, she just likes to know it's there, safe and away from everyone. She can't get rid of it. She's thought about it so many times and there's always that little voice that calls from within--

... don't give in. There's hope for us all yet. 

She doesn't see it. She's trying so hard, but the whispers are growing softer and with each day that passes, Pandora sinks further and further. Into despair, into ruin. Into the very things she released from the very box she now holds in her hands. 

She doesn't even notice him standing there at first, but when she does, she jumps nearly a foot and hides her treasure behind her. 

              ❝D-don't...❞ 

The morning was nice and warm as Nico di Angelo walked up the four steps to the entrance of his high school. He was used to arriving extra early to class just so he could cruise the halls without having struggle trying to dodge hundreds of people on his way to his classroom.  Class was okay. He sat in the back of the classroom since he obviously didn't need to see the blackboard and he was allowed to record audio files of the lessons just so he could study afterwards without needing someone else to read them out loud (he had tried several transcript computer programs but they had proven useless and extaordinarily inaccurate readers). Teachers would ask him questions from time to time, and as long as they didn't include spelling out words he could reply just as well as the next student. 

Lunch break was always harder. He'd try to stay in class and eat his packed food but not every teacher would allow it and without the aid of one of his friends or classmates getting to the cafeteria or one of the areas in school where he could sit down and eat, moving through the crowd with all the noise and opening and shutting of doors was almost impossible.

With a small sigh, Nico got up from his chair, tightened the straps of his bagpack and grabbed the cane by his desk, dragging it on the floor as he walked out to the hall though he knew the way by heart.