son of morpheus

“What I want to know is, how none of you Aphrodite kids saw the Nico/Will thing coming.”

“How’s it work?”

“You should join my team.”

“I can help with the nightmares.”

Starter call~

He’s humming “Nicotine”. He has no idea it’s audible. Try not to walk into a hallucinatory wall or anything.

“Um, not for nothing, but you probably shouldn’t be standing there. Try two feet to the left.”

“So, hey, you’re making shrines for all the gods, right? Can I talk to you about my dad’s?”

“So you guys don’t have like, an adult leading? It’s all teenagers?”

“So I’ve got an idea I need help with.”

“You got any idea what this meeting’s gonna be about?”

He’s whistling a piece from The Nutcracker. You might find literal visions of sugarplums dancing a- round your head.

“You look like hell. Bad dreams?”

“This is what I brought you, this you can keep...” He’s singing to himself while making a knot in some contrap- tion he’s rigged up. He doesn’t expect anyone to be listening. Leo might find his eyes starting to get heavy; Kay’s music has that effect on people even when he doesn’t mean it to.