The sun was beating down relentlessly. June summer heat was
the worst thing when a person loved wearing black as much as Nico.
“Are you sure you don’t want to change before leaving?” Will
asked as he scrolled through his phone and leaned against his car.
“The day I don’t wear black is the day the world ends,” he
answered. He bit his lip and backtracked. “Did I lock my door?” Will shrugged.
“Hold on.” He went back to the apartment and checked the knob.
He still wasn’t used to having his own place. He was lucky
Will had decided to be an orientation leader for incoming freshmen that summer.
Now, even though it was summer, they still remained close.
Will had the luxury of staying at the school dorms during
the summer. Nico had to get a job and get an apartment in order to keep going
to his therapy sessions. However, he had to add a psychiatrist on top of that.
He hadn’t told Will yet. He didn’t want to. He didn’t tell
him that he was so fucked up he had to take medicine to make him normal now. It
wasn’t even working anyway. He’d been taking medicine since early May, which
meant about five weeks, and Nico hadn’t noticed any change whatsoever in his
Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold…
after link’s interaction with revali in rito village during the second memory, picture link standing there with this blank look on his face, imagining himself roasting revali for his conceited comment.
like, link invites him on a camping trip to squash their differences, but he legit roasts him over a fire like a rotisserie chicken.