More AU fanfic of things that may or may not happen in the future of the canon -- I really gotta stop it, haha. This one is from Nico's POV. Trigger warning for reference to [click to reveal]rape and suicidal ideation.
I'm posting this in my main journal as well as in quadcross because, at least for me, LJ is making the quadcross comm show up funny.
“Does anybody mind if I change into more normal clothes? It is strangely hard keeping up this human outfit, though there is no real reason it should be,” Nico murmured. He looked so sad and exhausted.
The walk back to Nem and Alex’s house exhausted me. Pain shot through my body, and I leaned into Nico for support. I felt bad for burdening him, but he didn’t seem to mind, putting an arm around my waist and pulling me to him as he knocked on the door.
---------I opened my eyes to utter darkness, having no idea where I was. Everything felt foggy and slow. I blinked repeatedly, hoping to make some sense of things. This had to be some kind of dream, but I knew dreams didn’t involve nausea roiling in the pit of my stomach
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Nem, Alex, Nico and I stood in the sitting room the four of us shared. Alex surveyed Nico and I like we were items he might want to buy from a marketplace. The look he then gave us suggested that he wouldn’t make a purchase.
---------Before Nico and I could find a way to combat the shadowy threat, we had to contend with our hosts. One afternoon, we sat around their tiny kitchen table, sipping strong black tea. Nem and Alex didn’t care for coffee, which I had to admit disconcerted me at first. I
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After Alex’s shift tending bar was over, Alex, Nem, Nico and I exited the bar, to go to our new hosts’ home. My stomach twisted; the whole arrangement made me uncomfortable, though it wasn’t that much different than staying with Maris.
Hand in hand, Nico and I walked down the stairs, all our supplies packed up. Somehow, I didn’t expect to run into any interference when we left Maris’ house. My stomach twisted in knots, but I drew comfort from Nico’s hand. We could do this; we had to.
---------Nico and I sat on a stone bench in Clara’s backyard; he shook as I held him. I let him sob into my arms, feeling awful about how distressed he was. I did know he probably deserved to feel that way, but how could Nico even seek redemption if so many people
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