Small Writing Thing :3
The raven-haired man stepped forward, and like Moses parting the Red Sea, the horde of shades seemed to part before his steps, every milky, insipid eye in the audience turning to linger on him
Beside him, Percy stiffened slightly, the ubiquitous chill of the Underworld raking across his back like lashes from a frozen whip, ice-cold and splinter-sharp
Nico cleared his throat, and the noise resounded across the black plains of his father’s domain like a gunshot. The milling shades stilled, and went quiet, an eerie, unnatural silence, like the entire world was holding his breath, waiting for the Ghost King to begin speaking
“I am aware”, he hissed, his tongue flickering against the edges of his teeth, the sound susurrating through the shades like a breeze through the branches of a particularly crowded tree, “ that some of you seem to consider my lover lesser than me. Seem to think that just because he is not a child of Hades, you have the right to mistreat him”
The shades stiffened as one as his sharp gaze raked across them like the skittering of a thousand insects, like worms squirming across the greeting flesh of their corpses, high above on the surface
“Rid yourself of this notion”, his lip pulled back into a sneer, his teeth baring in an animal snarl. The shades shivered, though most of them weren’t even sure why, “This man”, he reached over to rest his hand on Percy’s shoulder, “is as much your prince as I am”
“This man”, he began again, emboldened by Percy’s eyes on him, widened minutely with mild surprise and more than a bit of admiration, “is as much ME as I am !! More, even !! This man, too, is the Ghost King. This man, too, is Nico Di Angelo !!”
“And this man !!”, he beat his fisted hand against his chest, the sound resounding out into the silence like a drumbeat, “Is Perseus Jackson !! Understand ?!!”
Not a soul dared to stir. Percy leaned into Nico’s touch, the corners of his eyes softening with something resembling love
Nico fought down the blush threatening to blaze its way across his features. That wasn’t intimidating at all, and he NEEDED to look intimidating right now
“And you will obey him”, his voice dropped to a chilly, sibilant register, the slow hiss of a rattlesnake ready to strike, “or I will make Tartarus look like Elysium. Am I understood ?”
The shades drew in a sharp, unnecessary breath, like a collective gasp of surprise. Surprise at the thought that their Prince had fallen in love
And with a surface-dweller, at that ? Truly, he was his father’s son
And then, all at once, their voice came, from throats pierced and choked and frostbitten and waterlogged. From voices thin and loud and boisterous and reedy
The corner of Nico’s lips twitched into the faintest ghost of a smile, “Good”
Percy leaned closer to him as his shades dispersed, his breath ghosting across Nico’s earlobe, leaving a trail of burning warmth in its wake.
Nico turned slightly towards his boyfriend - and even thinking that word made the smile he shot him come out slightly giddy with excited joy
“Well, well, well, Mr. Ghost Prince”, Percy teased, his voice lilting a bit as he spoke, though the fond smile playing at his lips betrayed his true emotions, “Quoting Alexander the Great now, are we ? Gonna try to conquer the world next ?”
Nico shot his lover a small smile, one that made Percy feel almost lightheaded with adoration, “Not like I could fuck it up more than it already has been, right ?”
“Yeah”, Percy rested his head on his beloved’:s shoulders, and felt the gentle coolness of Nico’s skin start to ward away the unnatural frost of the Underworld. His breath quickened slightly as he continued, “I’d like that”
“ A world ruled by you. You’d do a better job than the current heads, that’s for sure”
“Do you WANT to be blown up, Percy ?”, Nico shot him an amused look, “In case you forgot, we’re in a domain ruled by one of those heads”
“ Well, maybe if I die, you could order me around”, he hummed lightly, “That’d be nice”
Nico just stared for a long moment, before whining slightly, “ And people call ME morbid ?”