ฮทสน โ ( ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ) un; ghostking
[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]
Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.
[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]
This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.
[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]
Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?
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[ he shrugs again, trying to play for being blase, but colorless eyes take on the appearance of broken glass. ]
Most demigods don't actually live very long. We have dangerous lives. I got lucky by being put away somewhere that magic prevented me from aging. I'm actually almost eighty-eight, despite looking like this.
[ with one hand, he gestures at himself. ]
And prophecies are... pretty much as you say. I wasn't the one chosen for it because someone else chose to take the place I would've been in. Our choices are really what matter in the end.
Anyway, you don't have to call me that. My name's Nico. Nico di Angelo.
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( He doesn't care to show much weakness; and she can understand that, too. It's why she fails to mention Rhaella. )
In my experience, people don't tend to live very long; at least not now, not in my country. Something I intend to change. I would say you are fortunate, but I would never wish to be imprisoned by magic. Not even for my own protection.
( Yes; he looks as young as she is, if not even moreso. It makes her wonder. )
We are in agreement, then: I was told that I have a "role to play." But I chose it years ago, and my own choices dictate the course of my life now. Nothing is set. Do you feel relieved or regretful that you didn't take that place?
A pleasure, then, Nico. I am Daenerys of House Targaryen.
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[ he gives a nod at the greeting. the house bit isn't too strange to him, given most people he knows back home are usually of a "house" or a "cabin", designating their godly parent. he assumes it's something similar. ]
It's nice to meet you, Daenerys. How long have you been here?
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( A beat, in which one corner of her mouth twitches upward faintly. )
Not long. I arrived during the feast, I believe. And you?
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[ a shrug. ]
I've been here about eight months.
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Don't speak of your death. You're living now, and that counts for a great deal.
( She can't much appreciate that gallows humour after having lost so much. So kind a boy shouldn't speak so fatalistically in her point of view. )
And how have you found your life here by comparison?