people really just underestimate being a child of the love goddess.

the whispers when one walks by, the mocking looks when one doesn’t have any friends, despite being a love kid, basically.

well, almost no one gets it.

nico, he’s… not the same.

people also just think he’s the weird kid, being obsessed with his mythomagic and dark stuff.

but you’re not really friends, so, why would he care?

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you’re once again just sitting by the strawberry fields, lost in thought.

you know, the usual.

not good enough; can’t do anything right; no one loves me; i dont deserve any of this.

your head shoots up when you hear a small voice whispering.

nico. huh.

“can i join you?”

just a simply question, nothing more.

you nod, patting the spot next to you. he sits down, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

what does he even want here?-