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"Ed," Oswald ventured softly, "Would you say that you're happy?"
It was something Ed had never been asked before. He considered it carefully. "In...a general sense, or in this particular moment?"
Oswald tilted his head thoughtfully, "Both, I suppose."
16 Sep 2018
“It’s going to be different, isn’t it,” he mused aloud, looking around at the remaining campers. There were barely twenty of them. Will nodded.
“Tell me about it. I’ve only got Kayla and Austin left to boss around. Whatever am I going to do with all this extra time on my hands?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Nico, and the son of Hades felt himself blush again.
“We should go,” he replied, gesturing at the other campers, who were trooping back towards the dining pavilion for breakfast. The son of Apollo looked over, his expression partly disappointed and partly approving.
“You’re right. We can’t have you missing breakfast now, can we. All right, let’s go.” Nico turned to start trudging up the hill when a warm hand wrapped itself around his wrist, pulling him around. He gasped when Will pressed a brief kiss to his nose.
“All right, now we can go,” the son of Apollo commented smugly. Nico gaped at him outraged, but nevertheless allowed himself to be pulled along by their intertwined fingers.
- Part 3 of Let their Wings Unfold
Hermann, ever predictable and safe Hermann, frowns at him with faux derision but does carefully lower himself to sit beside Newt. If Newt reaches out, places clumsy helping hands, it’s in the misting hours and those are not hours for words—so they will not speak on it. I’m never going to be able to not touch him, Newt thinks, deliriously. I’ll die, if I don’t touch him. Because there is no quiet—no quiet to Monica’s notes like five hundred drunkenly thrown darts, and no quiet to the manic frenzy of his mind, hands shaking because the meds make him fuzzy and saving the world means he needs an alert mind, and no quiet with Hermann who finds him too loud, and too much, and everything, everything he has left after this is all over. I’ll die, his mind repeats, helpfully.
10 Jan 2019
“What do we call her?” she asks. A nurse comes up with a piece of paper on a clipboard, ready to place the needed information to have everything settled. He thinks for a while. He felt all too elated to even think. He’s just too happy to even conceive of a name.