He doesn't hesitate when the sounds of Hazel's distress carry through to him; he doesn't even bother with the door. Slipping in between the shadows, he ends up in her room on the Argo II. And then just kind of...stops for a second.
Nico doesn't know how to do this. He was always the younger sibling, the one that needed comfort. Not the one giving it. Still, he can't leave Hazel like this, so he forces past the hesitation and slowly reaches out, touching her shoulder gently before shaking her a little.
"Hazel." A beat. "Hazel, wake up. It's not - wake up." It's not real, he'd wanted to say, but they're demigods. It might be.
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Date: 2013-10-10 06:53 pm (UTC)He doesn't hesitate when the sounds of Hazel's distress carry through to him; he doesn't even bother with the door. Slipping in between the shadows, he ends up in her room on the Argo II. And then just kind of...stops for a second.
Nico doesn't know how to do this. He was always the younger sibling, the one that needed comfort. Not the one giving it. Still, he can't leave Hazel like this, so he forces past the hesitation and slowly reaches out, touching her shoulder gently before shaking her a little.
"Hazel." A beat. "Hazel, wake up. It's not - wake up." It's not real, he'd wanted to say, but they're demigods. It might be.