[god that's such a mood though. she's done more talking about her feelings in this place than she has in like a thousand years. so she's going to let it drop, but he says it's you, and she pauses.
the trust inherent in that is a lot. it takes her a second to figure out what she even wants to say.]
[ there's just a tired, almost-sad sigh but he nods. ]
Golden boy Jason Grace. Son of Jupiter, praetor of the Twelfth Legion until he appointed someone he thought was more worthy and deserved the honor. [ ... ] ...Jason is one of the reasons I finally wanted to start learning how to not hate myself. And he was the first person in a really, really long time that actually said he was my friend. He was half the reason I decided to stay at Camp Half-Blood after the war with Gaea.
Yes. But it took a while to get there. I think when we first met, Jason didn't know what to do with me just like everybody else. But...he was the first to trust me without questioning. I could have killed him. He probably knew I could have if I tried. But he still trusted me when I told him to drink from a chalice of poison to continue with our journey to the House of Hades.
[ ... ]
For many years...people were never very kind to me once it became known I'm a son of Hades. Hades was always looked down upon by the other Olympians, and his children were usually treated just about the same. Like...you know. Unwanted. Like we were less than welcome. Maybe less than human sometimes, because what did it matter? I was just the creepy kid who spent more time hiding amongst the dead and living in the shadows. I didn't fit in with everyone else.
[ here he pauses again, petting over her fur and trying to work around words. ]
And of course that wasn't the only thing that set me apart from so many people. ...back when I was young, before Hades put Bianca and I in the hotel for all those years, it was...really, really unacceptable to be gay. The church said so, people around me said so, and even friends said so before they stopped playing with me, too. It was something to be ashamed of and something I couldn't let anyone know because...I didn't need one more thing making me unable to fit in. I never asked to be born like this. Sometimes I wondered why I was born like this, or even born at all. It was easier when Bianca was alive because she always accepted me no matter what, but she died when I was ten. I was alone after that.
Jason did his best to try and help me accept myself by accepting me. I once asked him if he'd take a risk in trusting me knowing what kind of person people saw me as. He told me later to take a risk and believe he was my friend and could accept me. That I had to stop hiding in the shadows just because I was afraid of getting rejected. Despite the fact I kept telling him he'd never understand, he never wavered on that point. It wasn't what I wanted to hear at the time, but it's what I needed to hear. After that, the way he treated me wasn't any different. It was...like he really treated me like an equal. And a friend. Over time, it got easier to believe that Jason would actually stay, and with that it got easier to start trusting other people like Reyna and Will put more faith in our other friends. It made it easier to really realize that Camp Half-Blood was my home, and that the people there were my family. I could be accepted there as long as I was willing to try.
[she's very good at listening. and she's relating, to all of this. it's funny, sometimes, how similar they are - how she can hear things she's thought about herself in the way he talks.
somehow, issues like certain sexualities being unacceptable is just not a thing in the kingdom, but. nimona the movie is one big allegory for transgender kids so it's not like this is completely unfamiliar to her, to hear this.
she lets him pet her as long as he wants.]
... That's stupid, first of all. [about it being not okay to be gay, but she doesn't linger on that too much because obviously he knows it's stupid. and she's obviously never had any problem with it. the acceptance is the bigger part of it. and, actually, before she says anything else at all:]
[ misfits finding misfits. maybe to nimona, now, she may see why nico talks to her the way he does. or maybe he'd always do that just because nico is very much himself. despite what the world saw him as and what he projected for most of his life, deep down he was still someone who cared too much about others and only wanted to be cared about in return.
a weird thought, really. but she says that it's stupid that being gay is unacceptable and he laughs a little, slightly watery and slightly amused because yeah? yeah it is stupid, and he knows it's stupid now, but it's still something to work through. and she continues...and he scritches her ears. ]
...if I didn't exist, I wouldn't have gotten to meet you. And that's something I'm really, really happy about. So I guess I'm glad I exist, too.
[her ear flicks, but she lets out a little shivery sigh, the kind you let out when all the adrenaline has finally left you. she kneads at his hand gently, no claws.]
It was a good thing you were born. [she tells him, firm.] ... And I'm glad Jason helped you figure yourself out.
[a beat.] I think - I think at this point I don't know what I'd have done if I didn't know you. So I guess he can get thanks from someone who never even knew him at all.
...he would've liked you. [ he says this with certainty. partially because nico likes her, but also because jason would've likely seen the potential in nimona, too. ] I...felt his death when it happened. By the time I got confirmation from Apollo, and by the time I tried to search myself, I couldn't find him. So I can only assume he tried for rebirth, but...I'll still thank him for everything as long as I remember him.
[ more to the point though: ] And anyway, now you can't get rid of me even if you tried, so.
Can you... [she starts, kind of curiously, but she trails off. she doesn't want to pry about his abilities and stuff - smallminded questions - so instead, she just shifts so she can curl up half against his neck and the crook of his shoulder.]
I might try. [she tells him, in a sort of exhausted way. it's maybe unexpectedly honest, but. she's really just too tired from having half a panic attack to not just be like i will get scared again.]
I know. [ softly. because he does get it? he's tried to push people away so, so many times even when he didn't want to. even the people he wanted close. even right up until the middle of the battle at camp half-blood as gaea was rising, he tried to push everyone away and run. ] You're just gonna have to deal with me chasing after you then.
[ because sometimes that's what it takes. someone reaching a hand out when you're lost in your own darkness. he's not about to abandon her now. or ever.
but...he pets her from where she's curled up. ]
Can I what? [ his own curiosity drives him to ask. he figures if this is something he can't answer, nimona will understand. ]
[it's reassuring to know that someone wants to chase. that someone could see all the worst parts of her and still want her around. she's not sure she's ever had that before, ever.
she swallows hard, when he says it, but doesn't answer. it's a thank you, nonetheless.]
Oh. Um. [...] Can you always sense when people you know die, I guess.
[ he laughs, even if it's more reactionary than because he finds it funny. ]
Yeah, it's...[ mm. ] I'm used to it. I kind sort of dull it out so it's not always constant, but...it was nightmares when I was a kid that told me Bianca was gone, and with Jason it just felt like this constant ringing in my ears. It's just part of being a child of Hades. Kind of like being able to sense someone's life force or if there's a possibility they may die soon.
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the trust inherent in that is a lot. it takes her a second to figure out what she even wants to say.]
... So that was Jason. [noses at him a little.]
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Golden boy Jason Grace. Son of Jupiter, praetor of the Twelfth Legion until he appointed someone he thought was more worthy and deserved the honor. [ ... ] ...Jason is one of the reasons I finally wanted to start learning how to not hate myself. And he was the first person in a really, really long time that actually said he was my friend. He was half the reason I decided to stay at Camp Half-Blood after the war with Gaea.
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she doesn't say that out loud, but.]
So he was really good for you.
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Yes. But it took a while to get there. I think when we first met, Jason didn't know what to do with me just like everybody else. But...he was the first to trust me without questioning. I could have killed him. He probably knew I could have if I tried. But he still trusted me when I told him to drink from a chalice of poison to continue with our journey to the House of Hades.
[ ... ]
For many years...people were never very kind to me once it became known I'm a son of Hades. Hades was always looked down upon by the other Olympians, and his children were usually treated just about the same. Like...you know. Unwanted. Like we were less than welcome. Maybe less than human sometimes, because what did it matter? I was just the creepy kid who spent more time hiding amongst the dead and living in the shadows. I didn't fit in with everyone else.
[ here he pauses again, petting over her fur and trying to work around words. ]
And of course that wasn't the only thing that set me apart from so many people. ...back when I was young, before Hades put Bianca and I in the hotel for all those years, it was...really, really unacceptable to be gay. The church said so, people around me said so, and even friends said so before they stopped playing with me, too. It was something to be ashamed of and something I couldn't let anyone know because...I didn't need one more thing making me unable to fit in. I never asked to be born like this. Sometimes I wondered why I was born like this, or even born at all. It was easier when Bianca was alive because she always accepted me no matter what, but she died when I was ten. I was alone after that.
Jason did his best to try and help me accept myself by accepting me. I once asked him if he'd take a risk in trusting me knowing what kind of person people saw me as. He told me later to take a risk and believe he was my friend and could accept me. That I had to stop hiding in the shadows just because I was afraid of getting rejected. Despite the fact I kept telling him he'd never understand, he never wavered on that point. It wasn't what I wanted to hear at the time, but it's what I needed to hear. After that, the way he treated me wasn't any different. It was...like he really treated me like an equal. And a friend. Over time, it got easier to believe that Jason would actually stay, and with that it got easier to start trusting other people like Reyna and Will put more faith in our other friends. It made it easier to really realize that Camp Half-Blood was my home, and that the people there were my family. I could be accepted there as long as I was willing to try.
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somehow, issues like certain sexualities being unacceptable is just not a thing in the kingdom, but. nimona the movie is one big allegory for transgender kids so it's not like this is completely unfamiliar to her, to hear this.
she lets him pet her as long as he wants.]
... That's stupid, first of all. [about it being not okay to be gay, but she doesn't linger on that too much because obviously he knows it's stupid. and she's obviously never had any problem with it. the acceptance is the bigger part of it. and, actually, before she says anything else at all:]
I'm glad you exist.
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a weird thought, really. but she says that it's stupid that being gay is unacceptable and he laughs a little, slightly watery and slightly amused because yeah? yeah it is stupid, and he knows it's stupid now, but it's still something to work through. and she continues...and he scritches her ears. ]
...if I didn't exist, I wouldn't have gotten to meet you. And that's something I'm really, really happy about. So I guess I'm glad I exist, too.
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It was a good thing you were born. [she tells him, firm.] ... And I'm glad Jason helped you figure yourself out.
[a beat.] I think - I think at this point I don't know what I'd have done if I didn't know you. So I guess he can get thanks from someone who never even knew him at all.
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...he would've liked you. [ he says this with certainty. partially because nico likes her, but also because jason would've likely seen the potential in nimona, too. ] I...felt his death when it happened. By the time I got confirmation from Apollo, and by the time I tried to search myself, I couldn't find him. So I can only assume he tried for rebirth, but...I'll still thank him for everything as long as I remember him.
[ more to the point though: ] And anyway, now you can't get rid of me even if you tried, so.
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Can you... [she starts, kind of curiously, but she trails off. she doesn't want to pry about his abilities and stuff - smallminded questions - so instead, she just shifts so she can curl up half against his neck and the crook of his shoulder.]
I might try. [she tells him, in a sort of exhausted way. it's maybe unexpectedly honest, but. she's really just too tired from having half a panic attack to not just be like i will get scared again.]
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[ because sometimes that's what it takes. someone reaching a hand out when you're lost in your own darkness. he's not about to abandon her now. or ever.
but...he pets her from where she's curled up. ]
Can I what? [ his own curiosity drives him to ask. he figures if this is something he can't answer, nimona will understand. ]
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she swallows hard, when he says it, but doesn't answer. it's a thank you, nonetheless.]
Oh. Um. [...] Can you always sense when people you know die, I guess.
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...it's not just people I know. But yeah. It, um. Manifests differently depending who they are. How close they are to me. That sort of thing.
[ so that's fun. ]
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That sounds like it sucks.
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Yeah, it's...[ mm. ] I'm used to it. I kind sort of dull it out so it's not always constant, but...it was nightmares when I was a kid that told me Bianca was gone, and with Jason it just felt like this constant ringing in my ears. It's just part of being a child of Hades. Kind of like being able to sense someone's life force or if there's a possibility they may die soon.