2Based off of this:
viria. tumblr post/65239052555/dead-animals-love-nico-lets-take- a-guess-on-a (no spaces; sorry for the earlier glitch where it wouldn't show the first part)
Nico didn't understand living things. Well, it was mainly emotions, really. He wasn't good with people and gave off a sort of aura that said, "Touch me and you die." Not exactly the best first impression.
After Bianca had died, he had pretty much given up his overly-friendly demeanor. Still, he couldn't bring himself to completely disconnect himself with his allies. He couldn't bring himself to completely hate Percy. So he hid it all under the mask of a goth sociopath; warding away everyone.
Still, after he was rescued from the jar, he tried to lower his guard just the tiniest bit once he realized he was going to have to be aboard the same ship as several demigods plus a satyr for weeks or more. That was how Nico di Angelo found himself summoning the dead from his perch in the crows nest.
He had began feeling funny; a sort of loneliness settled in his soul when he was by himself on look-out duty. Unwilling to believe that he seeked the comfort of the others on deck and in the beds below it with the others, he ignored the feeling. But it just kept gnawing at him until he couldn't stand it anymore; so naturally, he summoned something dead.
A cat skeleton erupted from the wood in front of the pale, cross-legged boy (don't ask how it formed from wood; he honestly had no idea). It looked at him with empty eye sockets for a second before butting it's bony head against his hand.
Chuckling, the Ghost King rubbed it's cheek, wondering slightly how the cat still enjoyed that when it was lacking the senses. Then again, how did the bones stay together with nothing to connect them?
Suddenly, the once-furry mammal jumped up onto his disheveled black hair with a small thud that makes it's bones quiver.
Nico glared up at his new friend and drew his legs up against his chest into a more comfortable position. "You're going to break yourself apart if you jump so hard." He warned. His only reply was the rumble of a loud purr that slightly jiggled his skull.
After a moment of silence, his ADHD got the best of him. "By the way, how can you still purr?" He asked, looking up at the creature on his head apprehensively. "You're bones."
The son of Hades sat still again. 'Well this is a new personal low. I'm talking to a dead cat.' Then he chided himself. He was a child of the Underworld; he could talk to dead things if he wanted. Glancing back up at the cat, he complained, "You aren't supposed to purr at me. I'm the Ghost King." He felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips and couldn't help but at as it clambered onto his shoulder and wrapped it's tail across them, "No one is purring on a Ghost King like that you know," the boy grinned. "I'm a scary guy."
Disclaimer: I don't own the art for what this was based off of or the cover. I also don't own the PJO or HoO series, so basically all I own here is ideas and words.
So, did you like it? That was just something I whipped up in my spare time, because I felt the need to do it.
Also, I'm thinking of doing an add-on to this when Leo comes up with food and they chat and bond and stuff, because they're my brotp. It wouldn't be LeoXNico slash, 'cause I don't do that stuff, but it would just be friendly bonding because they have a ton in common. If you like the idea, say so in a review! They're always welcome- even if it's criticism.
Thanks for reading!