#percio

A list, because how else could Nico put this?

-’‘Please stay. We want you here. We—’’

‘’Don’t lie to me, Percy. You don’t.’’

-A voice, harsh and choked with emotion, pleading with a husk of a heartbroken man.

-An orange, blood-stained hoodie, the faded words, ‘Camp Halfblood’ on it. Nico can almost imagine it still smells like him.

-’’Nico, get down from there, please! He wouldn’t want this!’‘

‘‘He’s fucking dead, Jason! He doesn’t want anything!’‘

-He runs, too far away.

-A god comes to him, one day. He makes himself look like Percy:

When Nico wakes up the next morning, he’s still alone.

-Alcohol. Drugs. The sharp side of a razor. It’s all the same, isn’t it? He’s nobody, now.

-He pleads with his father, for the second time in his life. Hades shakes his head. He can’t do anything.

-’‘Who are you?’‘