Your mind is just like mine, filled up with things of beign.
I think I am on a roll today. Second ficcie up, PJO, Rachel X Nico. Read, if loved, comment.
I.
His first impression of her is that shock of red hair that floats lazily in the breeze- almost like her hair is ablaze. He admires the way it drifts in the air; it almost looks like she had set fire to the sky itself.
II.
It’s raining, and her hair is plastered to her face, sopping wet tendrils slapping the side of her shoulders as she runs towards them, one hand shoved in her pocket and one hand straddling her soaked sketchbook.
Her chlorine green eyes meets his for a minute- green and amber mould- and just when he imagines that she is truly in love with him, her gaze flits over to Percy’s sea green eyes, and their moment is lost.
III.
Her yellow sundress popped against her deeply tanned skin, and all Nico could think about as they lounged lazily on the field, waiting for Percy and Annabeth, was how much he wanted her.
And how much he couldn’t have her.
IV.
He finds her crying on the steps of Percy’s cabin. He doesn’t need to know all the gory details- he knows. He always does. He keeps his arm around her quaking shoulders as the familiar words of “Percy” and “Annabeth” and the dreaded word of “together” resounds in the emptiness around them. They were surrounded by cabins; people, even, but all Nico could see was her.
V.
He feels extremely uncomfortable when he lounges on the chair, his amber eyes occasionally flickering towards her as she smiles serenely at her canvas, broad fingers encased around thick chalk, each line forming a picture- a picture of him.
VI.
She stops somewhere between his nose and his lips. Her grip loosens, and the chalk clatters on the floor. He doesn’t know how much time passes, just both of them staring at each other, the tension in the air palpable.
It was obvious that nothing was going to come out of it- but he still did it anyway.
VII.
Everything was blurry, indistinct- her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, eyes wild. He watches her as she douses her face in cold water, and concludes that she would be the best part of his life if they even had a future.
She whirls around, red hair now scooped in a low, loose pony.
“Where do we go from here?” She whispers.
He has no answer for that.
VIII: Years pass.
Nico Di Angelo had many regrets. He regretted trusting Percy as a child. He regretted choosing to stay in his father’s kingdom. He regretted the fact that he never tried enough to stop Bianca then.
His biggest regret was letting go of Rachel Elizabeth Dare. His biggest regret was never answering her question then. His biggest regret was watching her marry some random mortal she had met through a book club.
There were days when he would close his eyes feel the weak rays of the sun skim against his skin. Those days were filled with the memories of Rachel- her hair, her infectious laugh, her chlorine green eyes.
He knew he would wait. He would wait until the day she set fire to his sky once more. He always did wait.
Always.
-Finis-