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pets for our special boy!

#hashtag underworld squad #the best dog!!! #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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Hi! I’m not dead

my iPad just gave up on life about a month ago so I couldn’t upload anything

Sorry :/

On the bright side I used the month I was gone go bing most of the Percy Jackson books! (Still need to read Kane chronicles and magnus chase but I’ve read the rest)

#☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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My getting dragged back into Percy Jackson. I love Nico as a character since i was a kid and still do till today, don't worry I will draw Will in a bit. I will never separate them, it will just take sometime since how slow i draw sometime <3

#☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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Nico di Angelo ☠️

I read TSatS when it first came out, but never got around to drawing much for it. So fashionably late, here's a tribute to Nico's new cheek scar :')

#☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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"The part of me you sacrificed yourself for, had already gone with you."

#☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. ) #everything is cool and fine

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"it's embarassing just how much i adore you."

#☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. ) #☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｄｏｃｔｏｒ＇ｓ ｏｒｄｅｒｓ ( will solace. )

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matching tattoos :333

#☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. ) #☠ ▌ ｄｏｃｔｏｒ＇ｓ ｏｒｄｅｒｓ ( will solace. )

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nico is having a great time

#☠ ▌ ｓｏｎ ｏｆ ｈａｄｅｓ ( nico. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. ) #☠ ▌ ｄｏｃｔｏｒ＇ｓ ｏｒｄｅｒｓ ( will solace. )

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Nico shrugged in reply. "It's mostly about getting cards at first," he said. "Once you start finding cards you like, you can figure out what cards work with that one, and build a deck around it." Nico liked most of the cards though, so he wasn't the best to offer advice on that front.

He gave a shrug, "I don't even know where to begin with something like that. How'd you start collecting?" he asked. Luke was not one to really get into things like that. It was things others could steal, among other reasons why he just hadn't done it. Now, it was probably way to late to even try, but Nico seemed to enjoy it, so he'd let the boy talk about it for as long as he wanted to.

#happy meal cards #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. ) #olympusthief

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He was shaking. Nico wasn't sure when he started doing that, but he noticed when he curled his hands into his pockets, fists trembling in the fabric.

Of course he wanted to see her again. He'd tried everything he could for months in order to see her again. He'd been manipulated, twisted around by a dead king, hoping to bring her back to the land of the living. It hadn't worked. Obviously, and the bitterness still coated the back of his tongue, lips rolling together.

But at least this was something, a part of him tried to argue, although he couldn't look up to meet her eyes, blinking rapidly. As long as he allowed it? "I've always wanted to see you," he managed, pressing the words past his teeth. "I'll come down here always to see you."

nico looked so grown up. she could still see the remnants of the little boy she had known as her brother - the same dark hair, the same colour eyes. but he was different now. he carried himself in a way that bianca could not quite understand. she wanted to understand -- but would nico be willing to give her that chance?

"hey..." she whispered, floating across the floor until she stood only a foot away. "nico, i know this... isn't the way you would have wanted to see me again. i know it's not ideal, but this way, i can see you as often as you allow it!"

bianca smiled, and hoped it did not look frightening. "you only have to cross the boundary between life and death and deal with existing in the same place as our immortal father, the god of the dead. easy peasy, right?"

#meeting in the palace #nectaric #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

vomit. you can't handle this; you vomit as the sender groans about leaving evidence. wink. don't worry—you wink as you assure the sender you have no morals to offend. up front. the sender's job is a doozy; you demand half the payment now or you walk. hush. talk is cheap but you sure aren't. you accept the hush money from the sender. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. gulp. hard to argue with a bullet; you agree to the sender's demands. jugular. you hold your breath as the sender uses you to demonstrate how the murder weapon was used to strangle the victim.

patron. you know the sender is hired to keep you spending but you linger anyway. last call. the sender has one final cigarette in their pack; you take it without asking. loose lips. the sender pours you another glass as you finally confess. bills. it's on me—you pay for the sender's meal. cozy. there aren't enough seats open; you pull the sender onto your lap with a grin. coffee. you look like hell—you press a cup of coffee to the sender's hands. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender.

gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. speak up. you press the knife in deeper as the sender swears they didn't betray you. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. empty. you laugh at the sender as you throw your gun aside, finally out of bullets. rat. the sender falls to their knees and agrees to tell you everything they know. smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard. cut our losses. the sender won't make it; you leave them to die.

voyeur. you know the sender's watching; you open the blinds so they can watch. slip of the tongue. the sender whispers another's name against your skin. sign here. the sender traces a finger over [your choice], asking you to leave a mark. desk. your most enticing assignment yet: the sender bent over your desk. handcuffs. the sender dangles the key, teasing, but you hope they take their time. window. you press the sender against the glass, watching the city watching them. harsh light. what's worse? the hangover or that you can't recall the sender's name.

#☠ ▌ ｇａｍｅｓ ｆｏｒ ｋｉｄｓ ( ask memes. ) #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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#☠ ▌ ｐｕｌｌｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｉｎｇｓ ( ooc. ) #squinting at notifs rn

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Nico's teeth click together slightly as his jaw settles, eyes trained on the other's face. Maybe he had worried Sylvain more than he thought. He probably should work on not getting injured so much, that or at least not bringing it up to Sylvain when it does happen again. But something else niggles in the back of his mind--the worry part, Nico's not used to people worrying over him.

Shifting slightly underneath the scratchy blanket of the Infirmary bed, his teeth work over his lip for a moment. It's weird being worried over, that extra burden to carry if something does happen to him, but not in a bad way. Like a promise to make it back. "I'm alright, Sylvain," he answers after a long moment. "You don't need to worry about missing me."

nico doesn't really put sylvain at ease, but at least he doesn't need to be actively worried about his friend melting away like winter ice in the late spring. he doesn't like to think about the war, though ---- about how he hadn't been there, and wouldn't have been able to help. not that his presence would've made a difference ( who wanted him, allied to neither side, no one's kind, no one's blood? ) but that doesn't stop the pang of guilt and sadness from echoing through his stomach.

" well, good. i think i want you to keep it that way ---- being here, i mean. i would miss you a lot if you bled out or dissolved into thin air, you know. "

#shared blood #polarean #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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The wind continued to race around the apartment, ruffling old curtains and neglected papers, papers that would never be dealt with now. And Nico swayed on his feet, breath becoming more ragged as the ghost's emotions climbed steadily higher and higher. She would reach a tipping point soon, a place where she might become fully emotion, a mania, and Nico had to stop her before it got there. As cruel a fate as she's already been dealt, Nico didn't want to have her turn into a mania as well.

Taking a few gulping breaths, he nodded in response to the hero's commands, agreeing that the session should end, not that he had much energy left to give. And he released the air he gathered in his chest with a hiss between his teeth, forcing his own emotions to settle as he reached out both of his hands in front of him, palms down. Words lacing with power, he began to speak, bringing his will down on the ghost.

"Rest," he commanded, the word both a balm and an order. Immediately the wind began to still around the room, fabric settling as the ghost locked her eyes back on him. She was still upset, obviously she was still upset, but he could also tell that his word had an affect.

And as he continued speaking, switching to Ancient Greek this time, he promised her the peace that came with going to the Underworld, of leaving the mortal realm behind. Maybe he could get her a special pass through the Halls of Judgement so she could go to Elysium, and he made a mental note to do just that. As far as he was concerned, if anyone deserved a free pass, it was her.

Finally with a sigh, the ghost vanished, first her image gone and then her presence, the air lightening and temperature warming significantly as she left. Sighing as well, Nico reached out a hand to catch himself on the sofa, better that than faceplant on the floor--which he knew from experience.

With a murmured thank you, he took the granola bar, feeling like he had to work doubly hard to chew through the grainy snack, his mouth too dry. Nico had some ambrosia in his backpack, but he wasn't sure he wanted to risk it just yet, at least not with the hero watching. It would just make more questions. Besides, he'd definitely felt worse after doing stunts like that. He hadn't even fainted this time.

He hadn't even realized the hero had touched him in the middle of all that, his shoulder just registering the sensation that moment as his free hand drifted up to rub at the spot, wary eyes ticking up to the other's face. Or mask. Right.

Because of course the questions came next. He would have been stupid not to ask what the Hades was going on, and Nico really should have prepared for questions, just like he should have prepared that someone else might be investigating this crime scene, and he mentally berated himself as he tried to decide that to do.

He could just be honest, tell this guy the whole truth, but Nico didn't think that would be smart. The truth could be dangerous to mortals, just like it could be dangerous to demigods. "The ghost wanted me to come here," he said, which was the truth, he congratulated himself. "She wanted someone to help her, so I did."

Shit was getting weird.

Not that Jason lived a particularly normal life. Cast not rocks in glass houses, they say, especially when Jason was Lazarus Part Two and regularly jumped off buildings. But there were levels to this crap. It was all relative.

There was, 'day-to-day,' weird like the bus being ten minutes late. There was 'superhero vigilante weird,' like whatever Poison Ivy had gone on. And then there was the point that ghosts started manifesting. Jason ranked ghosts just above 'indoor wind,' and just below 'vampires.' With werewolves somewhere between ghosts and vampires. None of which was as weird as when aliens got involved. Yeah, he'd say it: Superman was weird. Cool, but weird.

The poor girl looked in death like she had in life : pretty and young, girlish even. Thankfully, she didn't appear as she did posthumously: skinless. Instead her hair was matte and her skin was dull, her clothes smudged with blood. Except for the ethereal whispers of light and dampened glow, she appeared as any other college age kid. She hadn't deserved this, Jason thought. Yeah, he had been a dumb-ass teenager picking fights with mobsters. He had accepted, as a by-product of his career choice, that he could die. Not that he thought he would but Jason got what was coming to him.

This girl should have married, had her two-point-five kids, a career in banking or something, and grown old enough to get fat. What had happened to her had been wrong, out of order. She didn't just deserve justice but needed it. Someone had to pay for this.

But Jason's brain was working as Nico reported to him what the ghost said, which was only an intelligible whisper to Jason's ears. It had been cold, she had felt like she was being watched but no one was ever there. It had been going on long enough that the landlord could replace the key. She didn't see her attacker. Yeah, this was some weird shit.

"That's enough, let her go," Jason advised. He hazarded to put a hand on Nico's shoulder. The kid had broken out into sweats. He looked pale and drawn thin, and the last thing Jason needed was for him to pass out. "I think we've gotten all we're going to get."

Jason retracted his hand and chewed on the inside of his mouth. His brain was working, trying out different ideas and possibilities. Honestly, with Nico's comment about the cold, his thoughts went to Mr. Freeze. Except this wasn't close his modus operandi and Freeze was selfish with his tech. No, "cold like death" but before death came. This wasn't something scientific. It was something supernatural, something beyond easy explanation. Which was, officially, outside of Jason's purview. Although, it seemed like he had a professional consultant on hand...

He reached into one of the pouches on his belt and offered Nico a granola bar. Jason could recognize a blood sugar drop when he saw one and he guessed that Nico's power, whatever it was, drained him. Besides, the kid was scrawny. He needed to eat more anyway.

"Okay, so that was some good info, I guess," Jason said. Even as he internally acknowledged that he still had almost no leads. "Thanks for that, kid. You did good work... uh, talking to the ghost. That was helpful."

He placed his hands on his hip as he turned around to Nico.

"But serious question," he said. "What is your deal? Why did you come here?"

#death clan in gotham #perditos #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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Nico fought the urge to roll his eyes. Obviously the Doors weren't supposed to be open, that was partially why she did it--to create chaos. But at least they'd been able to get the Doors closed again, which was something, so now the monsters stayed dead for a little while longer. "It was the Second Gigantomachy. She was trying to displace the gods," he said. "We closed the Doors, though, and she's back asleep, so hopefully there won't be as many monsters now."

Even if there were always monsters. It was one of the hazards of being a demigod.

Blinking in confusion at her words, he did as he was told, tucking his hands behind his back just in case to make sure he didn't accidentally touch the staff. He would have thought it was a made with Celestial bronze, given with how it dealt with the monster, but it's gold color reminded him more of Imperial gold, favored by the Romans. It looked too old to be Roman though. "What's it made of?" he asked curiously, and then, because he couldn't help himself. "What happens if someone else touches it?"

Kassandra straightened out her outfit and adjusted her braid as she looked over the surrounding area. A sphynx in the modern era. She hadn't faced once since she was a mere mortal. No, that wasn't quite true, she was never truly mortal, she simply hadn't realized what she was yet. Still, a frown wore across her features.

It was Kassandra's turn to raise a brow. Why would Gaea do such a thing? These creatures should not be walking the mortal earth. They'd already been put down once by tales of yore, and then again by her a few centuries later. She had no desire to fight any of them a second time and yet here she was. "Those doors are not supposed to be open. What was she thinking?" She sighed, pinching her nose. "I do not want to go for a second round with the other beasts." At least she never faced the Hydra.

"True," too true. She just wasn't expecting it at all. Kassandra drew back at his request. "You can look at it, but you can't hold it. It is to stay with me at all times, on or in my person." And with that, the golden light snaked down her arm once more, the staff materializing in her hand, standing taller than even she at her six-foot frame.

#liking riddles #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. ) #ofspvrta

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There are weirder ways for him to go, he considers in a wild moment, twitching backward out of instinct at the sound of the growl, and a giant crocodile doesn't even make the top ten. But it definitely isn't painless, and his hand tries to scramble for the sword at his side before the hand (paw?) stops to stabilize him.

Which is nice because his head spins again at all his sudden movements. It wasn't even that big of a shadow jump, he scolds himself, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he freezes. Because crocodile hand on his shoulder. But he's definitely jumped further before and longer to not feel so tired. Maybe it's where he ended up that's the problem.

"I, uhm, Texas," he answers after a beat. He'd been visiting the old Triple G ranch just before jumping here. "I'm okay just--need to catch my breath," he adds, trying to shake off the hand.

the sewers of new york city aren't exactly a place people just wander into. sure, there's the occasional maintenance worker; maybe a couple of dumb teenagers trying to be ' urban explorers '. but, for the most part, the endless maze of tunnels is devoid of humans --- which is what makes it an ideal place for someone who doesn't look human to live. someone like waylon.

he doesn't usually expect to encounter anyone and, normally, he can smell them before he does. so when a hand reaches from seemingly out of nowhere and touches his spiny back, waylon jumps in surprise; whirling around with a low, rumbling growl. the noise dies in his throat a second later, only because the kid who suddenly appeared looks like he's about to pass out.

" what the--- " waylon breaks off, instinctively reaching out to stabilize the kid when he almost topples over. he's too startled to do much else. " where the hell'd you come from? "

#accidentally travel to the sewers #ataviisms #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )

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Nico does his best to keep his breathing steady, even as the vines wrapping the pair of them in place seem to grow tighter and tighter. It's not exactly the same feeling as being bound in a jar, but it's close enough that it springs a cold sweat to his forehead, urges his breathing faster in preparation to fight. Although fight exactly what, he's not sure.

He doesn't have the best relationship with plants, despite having been turned into one before. Thank his step mother for that. But besides from being turned to a plant before, he tended to have a negative effect on plants in general. Sometimes when he uses his powers, the grass around him dies, and with how agitated Katie is at the moment, he doesn't want to think about what she might do if the grass dies.

Easy breath in, easy breath out, he tells himself, doing his best to keep himself calm, trying to ignore the distant yowling of the drakon. They'll be okay, it'll be alright. "Yeah. Right, you'll be okay," Nico repeats out loud, trying to convince himself as much as Katie about it.

She doesn't sound terribly convinced either.

But slowly the vines begin to loosen around his legs, releasing much more slowly than he would like. But as far as he can tell, at least they aren't withering. He doesn't want to have to explain to Katie why her plants are suddenly dead. Releasing his breath slowly as well, he nods a little bit, reaching over to touch her arm before nodding towards the rest of Camp.

"Come on. Will is going to need help soon," he murmurs after her direction to lead the way. It's not even a lie, Nico figures, lips pressing together for a moment at the thought of what all might be on Will's way. If there's one thing to distract a demigod from the fight in front of them, it's getting ready to help everyone that fought in that fight.

It's a lesson Nico has only more recently learned, specifically after Will forced him to not shadow travel for several months. That restriction expanded to using most of his powers, given how slow his recovery was, and during that time, it was either go stir crazy, or learn how to help in the Infirmary. He is still not that good at helping, but at least he isn't accidentally making poison anymore, and he knows that work will be enough to distract Katie too.

The battle sounds seem to be growing more distant at the moment, but that doesn't mean the battle's over. Chancing a look back towards where the drakon first attacked, he sees some scuff marks on the ground, large cuts into the grass revealing the dark earth beneath, but the drakon and the campers aren't in sight. Maybe the campers have pushed the monster further away from Camp borders, he hopes, but he knows he doesn't have time to check, not with how Katie's doing.

Looking back as she speaks again, he shrugs a little, suddenly uncomfortable. "Don't mention it," he mutters, beginning to move again towards the Infirmary. "I mean, you'd do the same for me, so--it's okay."

You don't have to fight.

Katie glances over to Nico as he says this, as he tells her that she doesn't have to compromise on her stance to not participate in the bloodshed, that she can retreat return to camp without being thought of as less. There are some campers who scoff at the idea of a demigod refusing to fight; there are even more among their divine family that would scoff at it.

Maybe he is not saying that outright but his reassurance tells her this; Katie’s hazel eyes glisten with unshed tears, and in the moment, as her attention feels torn between Nico and the monster and the surrounding plants and flowers reacting, she gives a shaky sigh.

Lee didn't have to fight, but he did. Neither did Michael. Silena didn't have to fight, but she did. Beckendorf didn't have to, but he did. Castor and Pollux didn't have to, but they did and only Pollux returned back to camp. She could even list others within the ranks of Kronos' Army -- ones like Ethan (idealistic, Katie thinks, even to the end as he points out that his mother only wanted respect, even if Katie disagreed with methods of attaining it), ones like Luke (Luke, she thinks, didn't see any other choice even if she disagrees with his methods as well). Even Bianca didn’t have to fight, but Katie knows better than to rub salt into Nico’s grief shaped wound like that.

So why was she different?

Because the demigod world needs healers and fighters. Because the world needs you as much as it needs your friends. Don't underestimate what you're capable of, sweetie; there's going to be plenty people that might, but those that matter most to you, never will.

Katie remembers her mother saying that when she arrived to camp, covered in mud and grime and blood trickling down from wounds she hadn't noticed until she was in camp. Katie still wonders if it was a dream or if she had fallen unconscious long enough for her mother to be able to reach her; she thinks it was a dream.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I'll be okay."

Katie forces herself to say, at last, and it takes monumental effort to really have Nico's words sink in, before at last, Katie's fingers unfurl and the vines crawl away from Nico's feet in response; the plant and floral life still seem to be on alert for her and Nico, but also for anyone that might wish to bring them harm.

"....Lead the way." Katie relents, though a part of her mind, her training, says that she can't leave; another part of her mind says that she can't bear the thought of being responsible for Nico being harmed if he stays here to ensure her safety. She wonders if it would be this easy to follow the suggestion if she wasn’t panicking. Shivering lightly, she rubs her hands up and down her arms as if trying to ground herself (pun perhaps intended, though she doesn't say it out loud yet), offering a semblance of a grateful nod.

Though Katie cringes when hearing an amplified shout of another camper encouraging the lines to hold their places, remembering the time that it was her saying this, Katie pays obsessive attention to keep her footsteps as light and as quiet as possible during the walk back to camp. “Hey, Nico? Before I forget: thank you.”

#remembering the drakon #anthcs #☠ ▌ ｇｒｅａｔ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｎａｐ ( queue. )