Nico shuddered, moving away from Myrnin’s touch. Everything crashed into him all at once again and he knew his answer. He had been selfish in the past, and he’d tried for years to undo what he had done. There was no undoing it now and all he wanted was peace. If he couldn’t change the way people saw him, why would he keep trying? And Myrnin was offering him what he wanted most in the world: to forget Tartarus, to not feel the pain he felt every day, the fear… he lifted his gaze to meet Myrnin’s, uncertain about his decision. There was a way to do it halfway, but Nico knew he didn’t want that. He had never been one for compromise, after all. Halfway would just make him either want all of the memories, or wish all of them gone. How badly could this impact his world? Nico knew the truth. If he didn’t remember Tartarus, he may not be as hard-pressed to save Percy and Annabeth from it. And he had promised. But hadn’t Percy broken a promise once? It wasn’t like Nico would break his intentionally, but if that was a side effect of him not remembering… well, he deserved to make his own choice here, didn’t he? And he wasn’t the only one that could save them, right? Guilt burned in his chest, but as did the exhaustion and pain and fear that had been his perpetual companion since he’d first ended up in Tartarus. If he didn’t remember, he’d be more useful to everyone. There would still be traumatic memories, he knew that. He had been broken enough before Tartarus, but he could deal with that. He knew he could, he had done it for years, and if he didn’t have Tartarus memories holding him back, he could connect with people again. Hopefully. He had played a useful role in both camps, and he hadn’t appreciated the opportunities that had given him enough. He knew he wouldn’t realize it without his memories either, but… they hurt. And Nico was ready to stop hurting, consequences be damned. “Take them,” he whispered, eyes fixed on Myrnin’s. He didn’t notice the lightening of the vampire’s eyes. “Take them all, please.” How long had it been since he had slept through the night? Since he had been willing to accept a hug from a friend without a moment of trepidation beforehand? Since he had felt truly alive and normal and like he could make it through the next day? How long had it been since fighting monsters had become terrifying, no matter how second nature it was? He was no use to his world like that. He was no use to his friends or anyone he might be interested in dating… that wasn’t the primary focus, but it was a factor Nico had to consider. He thought he had been broken by Bianca’s death. No. No, he’d been broken, but he hadn’t been shattered. And now he was. A frame of a human being trying to pick up the pieces, and here was someone offering not only to pick up the pieces, but to make sure the breaking never happened. To heal the cracks instead of just gluing them shut. As selfish and self-serving as it was, Nico wasn’t going to question himself anymore. “Please,” he repeated, as though Myrnin were about to revoke his offer just like that, and Nico would be left scrambling to put together what little hope Myrnin had just given him for a normal, somewhat happy life. He didn’t stop to consider what he could lose. He didn’t consider that the reason he trusted Myrnin so deeply was because of how careful the vampire had been towards him because of what he’d become after Tartarus. He didn’t consider that without those memories there was no foundation on which his trust had been built, only the knowledge that it had. He didn’t stop to consider what may not make sense. And he certainly didn’t stop to consider that Myrnin himself might be affected. Because why would he offer if it would hurt him? The thought didn’t even cross Nico’s mind. Maybe it should have. “I’m ready to forget it. I want to move on.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 20, 2019 22:15:12 GMT -5
But of course Myrnin didn't revoke the offer that he had made. Instead, he moved back to Nico, since the boy had pushed him away. He glanced the boy over, as if just to be sure that he meant what he had said. Then he nodded. He had told the truth. He respected any decision that Nico made. He didn't look back at Sam. This wasn't something he needed to see, but doubtlessly would ... "Alright," the vampire said. He remembered the dark version of Nico. The broken boy who had been to the end of the world and back again. He remembered reaching into Nico's mind, remembered tearing it apart ... But he pushed the thought away. This was a different Nico. This was a Nico who wouldn't end up like that. "Just breath," Myrnin said, as if it was a promise. Nico didn't have to do anything else. The vampire closed his light green eyes, more for his own sanity though it was also to stop Nico from seeing them. Come on, the vampire thought. I just want to be able to do this. Let me stay me. Please. He wasn't sure who he was begging. Not the House. He didn't think the House would listen. He held a hand out and almost brushed his fingers against the space between Nico's eyes. Things were slow on Myrnin's end, like moving through the mud and paying attention to where you set your feet. But slowly ... slowly it was like some parts of Nico's memories were just smoothing over. It was a slow change, one that would hardly be noticeable at all. Myrnin working over each memory like salve cooling a burning area. The fingers in front of Nico's face and there were lines of tension forming on Myrnin's face. Nothing worrying ... just signs that maybe he wasn't as far removed from the memories of Tartarus as he would like to be. There was no sound from him. No breath stirred his body. After a couple of seconds even the lines on his face smoothed out, his expression becoming something close to tranquil. That should have been the first warning sign. There wasn't a lot of room to fit in many more. There was an almost physical jerk in Nico's mind, the last memory trailing away to somewhere that he wouldn't be able to find. Maybe Myrnin had really boxed them away so deep into Nico's head that he wouldn't find them for years ... maybe they were actual gone. It was impossible to tell. But Tatarus itself? It was a word. Nico might be aware that he had ended up there, but what had actually happened while he was would just be ... gone. Removed. Not so much neat holes as a thick sheet of ice that Nico's attention would just skate over. If he focused on where the memory had been, it just skipped to the next chronological memory as if that was what he had been intending to look at all along. Effective without being as invasive, and also harder to figure out something was missing at all. Humans tended to leave very painful holes in their memory, where they my twist an ankle or break a leg. Myrnin had managed to avoid that. He could have even implanted fake memories ... but he hadn't. But he could have. Maybe he should? What would it matter if he did? The vampires fingers twitched, half thinking about it in a lazy sort of fashion. But then his mind jumped to something different, almost as if it was still just as board with the original thought. Myrnin opened his eyes. The gold orbs looked Nico over as if they had never seen the demigod. Then they glanced to the left and Myrnin slowly got to his feet, glancing more fully to the left with the same sort of intensity that he had reserved for Nico. He was looking at a corn stalk. And seemed to find it just as interesting as his friend. He said nothing, nor made any comment on his current emotional status. "Myrnin?" questioned a voice. "What did you do?" Myrnin looked over, more because it had made noise than because it had actually said anything interesting. He was aware it was Samuel. None of his memories were actually missing, but he also didn't care if it was Samuel. He did think, very briefly, as a statement of fact: It's a sub-vampire but that was about all. If a butterfly ever thought about a worm, it might have had the same sort of thoughts as Myrnin. And perhaps just as few of them. If a butterfly were to think about something less than a worm, it would have been able to capture what Myrnin thought of Nico. There was a slight consideration on whether Myrnin would answer Sam or not, and it was about as based on chance as a coin flip. The vampire - a true vampire - looked away from Sam and back at the surroundings he was in. Apparently the choice was disinterest in answering at all.
If Nico had been more aware of what was actually happening, he may have pushed Myrnin off and shouted that no, no, never mind, he wanted his memories exactly as they were, however painful it was to keep them. If he had been watching Myrnin’s face as carefully as he should have been. If he knew exactly what he was losing. But all he felt was the distinct impression of pain melting away, fading into the background, his mind scrabbling to find something that wasn’t there, and gliding away instead. And then it was like something pulling and stretching at the same time, and Nico couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember what he couldn’t remember, and it was like he could breathe again. Except he didn’t quite realize that, because for him it was like he’d always been able to breathe. He couldn’t remember what it was like to struggle through every day, he was just distantly aware that things had been hard. Why? He didn’t know. And then Myrnin opened his eyes and Nico had the distinct impression that he was supposed to feel something about the color of them, but the thing was… he didn’t. The disinterested look that Myrnin cast in Nico’s direction wasn’t exactly troubling, it was just sort of a statement of fact. Because Nico knew, logically, that he and Myrnin were friends. He remembered living Myrnin’s life, but the circumstances had changed. It was like it was out of nowhere, like he and Myrnin had only talked a few times, bonding over small, insignificant things, and then they’d been forced to share lives, and Nico didn’t understand why that should’ve made such a big difference. Myrnin was a friend, he supposed, but not the likes of Rae or Noctin, or the others who had been there from the beginning. His feelings towards Myrnin had changed, without a doubt. There was no longer that string tying him to the vampire, who had saved him from himself when he’d needed it most. Who had proven that there was still a reason to keep fighting, that the doubts echoing throughout his head, the feelings of inhumanity that filled him… that they were wrong. But Nico didn’t feel that anymore. He still felt the outsider, of course, but not in the same way he had when he met Myrnin. And though he knew that the golden-eyed vampire wasn’t the same as the friendly green-eyed one, he didn’t feel that he was close enough with Myrnin to be able to change much. Or to even deserve a right to care. After all, he didn’t really know that this was his fault. He remembered Sam biting him, and he remembered Myrnin blinking in and helping him, briefly, easing the pain, and he remembered Myrnin’s eyes opening to that golden color. Nico made his way over to Sam, as cautious as possibly could be. Even though he didn’t think he had any business, he still was aware that anyone, especially a vampire, with that level of disinterest was dangerous. It meant that if they got hungry, they wouldn’t care whose life they took. Not like Sam, who had stopped. Nico remembered being angry, remembered not quite being able to breathe, but it was like it had all melted away. He was still upset, of course, because being bitten was unpleasant, but his thoughts were clear about it. The two of them could work through it. After all, they both needed friends, and as hard as it may be, Nico wasn’t going to let one mistake get in the way of that. Although he might just be a little more wary of Sam in the future. “We might want to find a way out of here,” Nico murmured, hand shaking slightly as he threaded it through Sam’s. The first indication that something was very, very different from only a few minutes ago. “I don’t know what he might do, and right now he doesn’t seem very interested in us.” He felt bad about just leaving Myrnin there, but it wasn’t like either of them were capable of fighting him, Nico still weakened from blood loss and Sam still not up to full strength. But if they unleashed a dangerous Myrnin on Sam’s world… “Is this a thing that happens with vampires? I mean, all of them, or is this specific to him?” Nico didn’t know why he expected Sam to know, but to be fair, he was the only other vampire in the room. Nico wasn’t sure what to do, in all honesty. He wanted to help his friend, but what right did he have to try to bring Myrnin back to himself? What right did he have to try to meddle with anyone else’s lives? How did he know that whatever had brought this on wasn’t a conscious decision? “I think it might be best to get to the living room and try to figure it out from there…” Nico didn’t actually know if that was the right course of action, but he had to hope. Because he didn’t exactly fancy the idea of being killed right this minute. He had to get back to his world to prevent Gaia rising… after that he could worry about whatever nonsense was going on in the House. After that he might be able to try to find a way to bring Myrnin back to normal if he could find some of the people who were actually the vampire’s close friends. Right now, though, Sam was their best bet for getting out of there.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 25, 2019 17:39:31 GMT -5
The hand in Sam's felt like lead. It certainly didn't feel like it should be there. It didn't feel like Nico should be there. The vampire had completely frozen. He watched Myrnin with eyes wide, unsure why the other vampire was acting the way he was acting. There had been no answer. His eyes slid to Nico. A second ago, the other body had been on the ground, having a panic attack, and Sam hadn't blamed him. But now ... Now things felt worse. Something was missing from Nico and Sam didn't know what it was. But something was missing from Myrnin too. He wasn't smiling. If something had gone right - if he had somehow helped Nico - then he would be smiling. Even Sam knew that and he hardly knew the vampire. The vampire who had only looked distressed when he had left with The Doctor last night. "I don't know," breath Sam. The breath choked in his throat. How could Myrnin be like this? He had never seemed like this, never seemed to show any sort of sign of it. But then there was this all of this ... And none of it made sense. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted some idea of where he was supposed to be going. But instead Nico was just there, watching this beside him. "What happened to you?" he murmured. But not to Myrnin. To Nico. And he slowly took his hand out of Nico's hand, stepping back so there was a couple feet between them. He rubbed a hand over his cheek, brushing away tears that still seemed to have remained there. His hands were trembling. The color, not exactly prominent in his face to begin with, had paled even further. The positions had switched. It was no longer Myrnin being pulled in two different directions - it was Samuel. He glanced at Myrnin, his eyes wide, as if searching for some sort of answer in an adult. But there was none. There was just Myrnin. Myrnin who glanced at Samuel, head tilted just a bit, as if ever so slightly quizical, and then instead decided to look off into distance instead. Sam wasn't aware of it, there was no way for him to know, but Myrnin was doing something. He was reading Nico's and Sam's minds. This wasn't some difficult or labourous task that Myrnin of before had undertook. It was simple. So simple, like the world was laid out in front of him. There wasn't even a specific reason why Myrnin was doing this. He just did it because he couldn't stop. He didn't know any other way to exist anymore. He was aware that there had been a 'before'. But that had been then. He was also aware that this had happened before. The one point of feeling or stance that he might have had was that he wanted it to be a state that continued. He also had a very limited interest in the sub-vampire or the human. He wasn't hungry. Myrnin inclined his head again, then turned, walking in a direction that seemed to have no point what so ever.
“To me?” Nico repeated, confused. He watched Sam back away a few paces and a frown formed on his face. “Nothing. I’m fine, I promise.” He wasn’t lying. He was a little unnerved by whatever was going on with Myrnin, but he really didn’t want to risk getting in the vampire’s way when he was like this. Not when he was fixing them with that empty, uncaring gaze. Nico felt deep down that something was fundamentally wrong with Myrnin, but he’d go back to normal eventually. He had to, he was Myrnin. And if he didn’t, that wasn’t Nico’s problem. “Sam, just let him go for now. There are people in his world – your world, I guess – that can help him better than either of us can.” That, if anything, was an indication that something had happened to Nico. Nico would have fought tooth and nail for the few people he trusted completely, even if it meant he put himself in harm’s way. And he’d made it pretty clear earlier that he cared deeply about Myrnin and owed him a lot. Now, though, that trust seemed to be missing, and Nico didn’t seem to have a reason. Not that he recognized any of that in himself. All he was aware of was that he knew there were people who knew how to deal with Myrnin in the memories that Nico had of the room where he’d shared Myrnin’s life. Since the foundations of his trust in Myrnin had been taken away, all the memories were rather dulled over. He remembered feeling strong emotions, but he couldn’t quite access them or understand why. If he tried too hard, it was like he was scrabbling against a slick surface before his mind slid right to the next thing. So he didn’t try very hard to understand – it didn’t seem like there was anything he was missing. If anything, Myrnin had done too good a job. Nico cast another glance at Myrnin, shrugging off the weird feeling he got looking at him. This isn’t right, a voice in his head whispered. You care about him, you can’t leave him behind. Why not? inquired the larger part of Nico’s mind. Why do we care about him? The first voice didn’t respond. The first voice couldn’t respond, there was nothing to respond with. We have to get Sam out of here, it said instead, refocusing the growing distress that Nico couldn’t account for. He glanced at the younger vampire, wondering how best to get him safely out of the room. They could shadow-travel, but Nico didn’t know where they were going. They’d have to do this the old-fashioned way. Nico was upset. This was supposed to be a fun room, and then they’d had that conversation, and there’d been the bite, and that would’ve been fine. They could have bounced back from that. But now they had to deal with Myrnin acting weird and dangerous and something about it pulled at Nico in a way he just passed off as unease. It might as well have been, nothing else made sense. “Sam, there’s nothing we can do right now,” he repeated, trying to impress the urgency of the situation on Sam. They had no idea when Myrnin would go from disinterested into attack mode. Nico didn’t know what kind of switch would have to be thrown to encourage that, and he wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out. “He’s not going to listen to you, look at him! We get out of here, go the opposite way he’s going, and then we can talk about this. We can talk about Myrnin, and we can talk about what we were talking about before, and we can talk about you.” It was clear that he was still as daunted by the second category as he had been before, but there was no tension about the bite anymore. Well… there was a little bit, but not nearly like there had been before.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 8, 2019 15:28:55 GMT -5
Sam didn't want to believe him. But how could he argue with some of the logical reasons that Nico clearly believed in. He knew something had happened. That was painfully obvious. But he wasn't sure what. And if he didn't know then how could he change it? "I ..." he started, voice catching in his throat. How could he make choices between helping Myrnin and maybe figuring out what had happened to Nico and accepting the fact that he couldn't do either. He wasn't smart enough for that. "I know," he said with a small sigh. He tried to make it quiet. Tried to avoid the blank expression and gaze of Myrnin. But the other vampire still turned to look at him. Sam felt very much like a fly on the wall. A silent, very unassuming cat watching a very terrified fly. And Nico? Nico was worried about Sam instead of Myrnin and that felt wrong down to Sam's bones. He shivered, not cold but very nervous. Nico had completely changed how he was reacting to the situation. It still felt like this was Nico, but it was weird enough that Sam wasn't processing it as well as he might have been. Talking, however, seemed about as close as he was going to get to answers. "Alright," he said, the words forced out more than anything. "Alright, but move slowly." He knew that Myrnin could hear every word, but there was no reaction from the vampire. Instead, Myrnin just lightly tilted his head and walked in what seemed to be a random direction. If this was Myrnin as Sam (and Nico) knew, then he probably would have walked away backwards, watching the two boys as he left. But he didn't. He just turned away. Opposite direction. Yeah. Hopefully this maze would be kind to them. "This way," Sam half murmured ans half whispered. He turned away and - glancing back - squeezed Nico's hand. The gesture was nervous, more encouraging than anything, and Sam tried to ignore the dread pooling in his chest. This was wrong. Something was wrong. Mostly with Myrnin, but also a bit with Nico. He moved down one of the branching paths, following his nose more than anything else, unable to shake the possibility that Myrnin was hunting them. Then, once they got to a place that Sam hoped was far enough away, he said, "What did you two do? Just before Myrnin went like that?" His voice was tense. He once again dropped Nico's hand.
Nico followed Sam, grateful for the reassuring squeeze the other boy gave his hand. Myrnin was frightening to say the least, in a way that inspired a sense of dread Nico had been hitherto unfamiliar with. The sort of dread that pricked at his memories but slid off just as quickly. Enough that, had Nico been paying attention, he may have actually questioned whether something was wrong. He was a bit too preoccupied to actually take that into consideration. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if Myrnin was watching them, but he appeared to be out of eyeshot for now. Unfortunately, because he was a vampire, he was probably still within earshot. Nico swallowed, partially wondering why he had ever become friends with such a terrifying creature. Sam may not have counted as a monster, but the way Myrnin was acting was far more similar to that of certain monsters than any mortals or demigods. The line was fuzzy as it was, and Myrnin was certainly toeing it. Sam seemed to have a decent idea of where to go. He would at least know when they were out of Myrnin’s earshot, because Myrnin would be out of his. That was certainly a benefit to having a vampire on his side when somehow something had happened to the other vampire. It was reassuring to have Sam nearby, not abandoning him in spite of what had happened. They needed to have a conversation about that, but Nico knew well that said conversation would have to happen another time. They were dealing with Myrnin now, not the bite. And then Sam stopped and dropped Nico’s hand and Nico wasn’t sure what he felt. “Nothing,” he replied, and it felt like the truth. Just as Sam’s words had felt like an accusation. A feeling of wrong swept over him. “He…” there was something, no. No, there was never anything there, Nico was being foolish. “I was upset, I think. He took a little pain off, just until I had enough blood back to recover. That’s it.” He reached to check again if he was wrong and there had been something after, something to trigger this, but he shrugged. “Nothing else happened, we didn’t… do anything. He was just. Like that.” It felt wrong. It felt like something was missing, but only for a moment before Nico’s brain soothed over it. Despite – or perhaps because of – what it had cost him, Myrnin had done an expert job. If Nico had been aware of it, if Nico understood why he remembered caring so deeply about Myrnin… he would have been impressed. But through his eyes now it just felt like Myrnin had become something else for no reason. “You’re a vampire,” Nico added quietly, brows raised. “I’m sure you overheard what we were saying. What do you think happened before he went like that?” He didn’t want Sam accusing him. It wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t done anything. Sam could testify if he had been listening in.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 17, 2020 4:35:46 GMT -5
There was a shame in admitting that Sam hadn't been listening very well. Until Nico just asked him what he had overheard, Sam didn't even consider that there had been anything. But he paused, he thought, and he tried to work out whether there was something which Myrnin had said which explained why both Nico and the vampire had become just a bit ... different. He remembered the part that Nico said, now that he'd reminded Sam, but he thought he remembered something else. Something about memories. It didn't explain why Myrnin was like this, but suddenly Sam was looking into Nico's eyes, gripping his wrists with a concerned expression. The grip wasn't tight, but it was firm. It was as if Sam was searching for something within Nico even though there was nothing there for it anymore. "Okay," he breathed, unable to say what he wanted to say. Nico hadn't forgotten him. But he had forgotten something. Whatever it was, it was something that Nico needed to lose to stay sane. How could Sam ever think to give that back to him, and what would happen if he did? "It's nothing," he promised. He had to promise. "Maybe it's just something that happens if a vampire tries to take away pain or something like that?" Maybe it was. Sam didn't know. It was just how he thought of the situation. They'd figure out what was up with Myrnin ... he hoped ... but he couldn't be sure. He would just have to trust that they would. "We should probably just ... keep moving," said Sam. His hands were still in Nico's, though this probably felt much more awkward for Sam than it did for Nico. Nico didn't seem to remember the breakdown he had had, but Sam did. That's what make his chest tighten and his face feel cold. It was the knowing which hurt the most. Knowing that Nico wasn't completely Nico anymore, but that he was the Nico he had chosen to be. People made those choices sometimes. "Come on," said Sam, with a smile that was almost more pain than anything else. "We have a maze to get out of."
It wasn’t that Nico didn’t believe Sam, but it seemed like Sam wasn’t saying something. It was clear that there was something wrong and Sam had more of a grasp of it than he was letting on. But Nico wasn’t going to press something that could be upsetting for Sam. Even if Nico wasn’t too bothered by it, it seemed Sam was still rather rattled by his slip up. Nico wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to worry about it, that it was fine, but… well, he had a feeling Sam wouldn’t take that too well. Perhaps Nico wasn’t making as big a deal about it as he should have been. He just… hadn’t been terribly effected. Sure, it was hard that he had to recover from a staggering amount of blood loss, but he was still alive, and he knew for a fact that Sam didn’t have to stop when he did. Sam could have kept going, and Sam could have killed him. And it wasn’t the closest Nico had ever been to death. It was just one more thing, and it had been unpleasant, but not impossible. He couldn’t help but feel like Sam was acting like his entire world had fallen apart. Nico wished he could help ease Sam’s guilt, but in a way Sam was a lot like him. Any attempt to do so would only make Sam even more guilty. “I hope Myrnin gets better soon,” he added, though he wasn’t sure it would really impact him if Myrnin didn’t. It would be sad for Sam, but he wasn’t even sure the Myrnin in the House was the same Myrnin as in Sam’s world. It was hard to tell. And it certainly would be better if there was more than one Myrnin the House could pull, especially since this Myrnin was acting weird. “Just… be careful helping people with pain if that can happen,” he added softly, but figured Sam didn’t need to be told. Sam was already wary enough about his vampire powers, the last thing he needed was Nico just making it worse. “I agree though. Let’s keep moving.” The corn maze was creeping him out and he really had no idea what Myrnin was going to do. The look in his eyes had seemed almost animalistic, and Nico really didn’t want to risk Myrnin getting hungry before they got somewhere where they might have a bit more of a level playing field. He gave Sam’s hand a quick squeeze before taking a step forward. “Yes, Your Majesty,” Nico added lightly, trying to make a joke in a tense situation. “You’re still… you’re still dressed as a King,” he added lamely, cheeks reddening as he stared at the ground.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 3, 2020 13:27:17 GMT -5
That made Sam look down. He hadn't noticed the costume in a while, which should have been surprising. But he was still dressed like a king and Nico was still dressed as a knight. "Heh," he said, attempting a smile. He almost managed one. It just didn't seem like the time. It was too much to try and keep track of. "Sure," he said, trying to keep track on everything which he was sure should make him guilty. The count was too spread out by now. He shelved as much of it away as possible, instead taking a glance back in the direction that they had come before looking to Nico again. "This way," he said to the other boy. He resisted the temptation to try and see the Nico that he had originally seen. He wasn't gone … but parts of him were missing. Sam just wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not yet. The maze had gotten dark, full night making each leaf a deeper green. The difference between night and day for Sam was simply the shades and tones everything were in and whether things were a bit dimmer. It was like being in a room where the lightbulb was on low. Being in a maze with Nico seemed a bit too much like a promise. It also seemed that no matter which way Sam turned it was just another dead end. It was frustrating. It also gave him something to do. Something to think of. It was nice when he finally reached what seemed to be an ending. He hadn't talked as much to Nico as he probably should have. But here he did look at the costumed boy and grin brightly. It was a smile from another time - before he'd lied to Nico and before he had bit him. But it was still a real smile. "I think that's it!" he said excitedly, rushing for the entrance and running past the last of the corn. He glanced back, watching to see if Nico was following. As soon as he turned to check ... Nico was gone. Instead, he was looking at the wall of the living room. "Nico!" he exclaimed, worrying already now that he was out of sight. Had the House left him in the same room as Myrnin?
Nico followed Sam, occasionally poking his head around dark corners just to see if he could find a path that Sam was missing. It seemed, however, that superior senses of smell gave Sam an edge here, as the other boy found an exit before Nico could even begin to. It was too dark for him to really be able to take cues from the maze around them, and it seemed as they got closer to the entrance that the maze around them just got darker. Nico was used to being out of his depth, sure, but he wasn’t used to being so in a dark place, when someone else had the upper hand on him. He’d been able to figure out the Labyrinth quicker than most other people, and though the paths to the Underworld tended to be dark, he was familiar with each intimately. The dark mazes of the world were sort of where he thrived, and it was odd being so lost in one in the House. He found that dwelling on that thought – no matter how unnerving it was – kept his mind from straying towards the eerie looks Myrnin had given htem as he had ambled off. It hadn’t seemed quite human, and though he knew Myrnin was a vampire… well, Sam was a vampire too, and he seemed pretty human to Nico. Nico certainly couldn’t picture him with that disinterested look in his eyes. And then Sam disappeared. Nico’s heart stuttered as he looked around, trying to find where the vampire might have gone. He had been too busy dwelling on that tiny little smile Sam had given him, the one that seemed to warm his bones and remind him that no matter how wrong things seemed in this maze, they could be better. Here, and in Nico’s world. As long as there were people like Sam. Nico took a few wrong turns before he found himself back in the place where Sam had disappeared from, and there… at the end of that sharp turn, he could see it. Something almost glowing in the distance. An exit, hopefully. Or the hideaway of something that had gotten to Sam before Nico could protect him. He shook his head of the thought and steeled himself before rushing through the hole, only to find himself in the living room, back in his normal clothes. “Well that was… an adventure,” he commented, brushing off his clothes. He still felt rather shaky from how much blood Sam had taken, but they were both alive, and that was what mattered. “You alright?” he asked after a moment, peering at Sam. Something had changed between when they had entered the room and when they had left, but truth be told he didn’t know exactly what it was, so it wasn’t like he could fix it. And it didn’t seem like Sam was going to tell him.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 27, 2020 3:37:06 GMT -5
"I'm okay," said Sam, smiling a bit. He hadn't actually thought about it very much. Nico's concern was nice, but made him feel guilty. After all, there were things that Sam wasn't telling him - couldn't tell him. At least not yet. "Thanks," he said, deciding on those words instead. They seemed the most approparate. Nico had been the one through so much. He had been the one who had such a stressful room. He just didn't seem to remember the stress right now. Sam felt like that was his fault too. Myrnin hadn't made a reappearance. Sam wasn't sure what to do about that. Probably nothing. The vampire would probably blink out, though the teen had no idea what sort of situation that would cause. As if the mention if "blinking out" had caused that very thing to happen, that was exactly what Sam did. He disappeared from where he had been standing before Nico even had time for any sort of response. Until another time ...
--- When Nico blinked back in, not that much time had passed in his world. A few hours at most, though that was a longer gap than he had been dealing with lately. And, as usual, the House was a nice reprieve. There had been something odd in the way the crew of the Argo II had been looking at him on his last adventure home. Nico knew he still had a lot to make up for from his past, and promises he needed to keep if any of them wanted to have a future, but for whatever reason things had been different. Nico shrugged the thought away. Recently, the House had felt more like the real world than his world did. It was funny that way, since he had spent so much more time in the House for that brief couple of hours that had been probably at least quadrupled by how much of it had been spent in the House. That wasn’t the case now, though, and he needed to get used to the idea of his falling world being more real than the House. His world needed saving. The House didn’t. It was odd being alone in the living room. While it was a comfort to Nico to be alone on the best of days, he couldn’t help seeing the way Myrnin had looked at him during his last blink. The idea of being in the living room alone with that… it sent a shudder down Nico’s spine. Part of him wished he could help his friend, but that wasn’t his business. He had no idea if Myrnin even wanted helping, or if that… that spiritless thing had been what Myrnin was deep down all along. The truth was, Nico didn’t know how to tell. Brushing the thought away, Nico moved to take a seat on the couch, reflexively taking up as little space as he possibly could.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 9, 2020 19:51:33 GMT -5
He'd gone too far. He knew that, but it still hadn't stopped him. He thought he should have regretted it, but when he could actually focus on the choice he found that he didn't. Either way, things were different. His own world was disconnected, hazy. Each time he closed his eyes it took longer and longer to wake up as himself. Maybe just by a couple seconds, but after a week he'd noticed. He'd never wanted to be this linked to the people he was around. Things had subsided a little, but if he wasn't keeping himself together he found his attention growing thin, spreading out until he was that *other* Myrnin. He was the Myrnin he liked when he blinked in this time. His hair was untied, but his clothing was the usual chaotic mess they always were. He looked healthy and normal. The only key to the fact he was constantly holding himself together was the fact his eyes kept drifting before refocusing. He was blinking more. "Nico," he said, a bit surprised. He hadn't seen the demigod recently. It was slightly disconcerting. "How are you holding up?" He tried. It seemed like the best question to start with. He smiled. Behind the smile, parts of his thinking were drifting around like lost weather balloons.
Nico tensed as he noticed the appearance of the vampire nearby. It almost felt like a cruel joke, that he had been thinking about the vampire and he just happened to blink in. Nico still hadn’t processed everything that had happened the last blink, but he did know that none of his memories of Myrnin made sense. Not really. It was like he had woken up from a dream and realized that he had trusted the wrong person, that he had made decisions in the dream based on his own sleep deprivation and confused mind. Myrnin was kind, sure, but that didn’t mean Nico trusted him. The room they’d shared, where they’d lived each other’s lives, remained untouched in his memory, but there was nothing leading up to it, nothing in the aftermath, that had as much weight as it once did. And maybe his standards for trusting people had gone down, but from what he remembered, Myrnin hadn’t passed them. Not really. Especially not with the way he’d been looking at him the last time. The expression on Myrnin’s face was different, this time. The eye color was different. Even so, when Myrnin said his name, he tensed uncomfortably, not able to meet Myrnin’s gaze. He was used to being looked at strangely by other demigods – like he was dangerous, like he was trouble, like he would turn on them in a moment if the opportunity presented itself. He was used to being looked at by gods who wished he didn’t exist. None of that was as chilling as the look Myrnin had given him before, when he’d escaped the last room with Sam. That was all Nico could picture when he thought of lifting his eyes to meet Myrnin’s. “Fine, I guess,” Nico replied, voice tight. A lie, but only sort of. He was doing far better than he had been before Myrnin had smoothed over his memories, but he didn’t realize that had happened, so in his opinion, things in his world were still terrible, and it felt like they were facing the impossible – even more so than it had before. Physically, though, he looked better. At least a few of the shadows under his eyes had faded – he’d been able to sleep for the first time in months. He didn’t know what to say… did he ask the same question of the vampire? How could Myrnin explain what had happened last time? Nico wasn’t even sure he wanted an explanation.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 2, 2020 3:34:09 GMT -5
It took a little for Nico's answer to sink in. Myrnin wasn't sure what to make of the lie, other than the fact that Nico was looking better. That was something. The vampire shifted from one foot to the other and then turned away, slowly approaching the couch. He sat, flopping into it without thinking further beyond the fact he was tired and it took too much effort to stand. Nico, who didn't seemed to know where it was safe to look, was still a concern. "Did you want to talk about it?" he asked after a second. "I don't ... want to leave any undue concerns unsaid." His lips, paler than usual, were pressed together. Formulating a sentence was a struggle. It was hard to see where one word began and another ended within his head. It was a bit of a relief to just have it said and in the open rather than yet another word he had to say. I'm not ... even sure how ... I'm going to be ... able to ... tell him ... if he wants ... to know, thought Myrnin. A lot slower than he usually would have thought of things. It was difficult to work out words and still keep an attentive look in his eyes and actually appear like he had a larger range of emotions from looking at his face. He was managing so far. "The world still in danger?" he tried.
Nico watched Myrnin cautiously, ready to run or fight if need be. Yet Myrnin just seemed… out of it. Like a demigod who had pushed too hard, who had maxed out their powers for a bit and didn’t have a way to come back from the brink without a few hours of sleep. Even so, this was unmistakably Myrnin. The Myrnin that Nico had been friends with. The Myrnin that Nico couldn’t remember half of his friendship with because that was so tied up in the memories of Tartarus that Myrnin had taken from him. “What happened?” Nico asked quietly, expression wary as he watched Myrnin. “Last time, in the maze? Why did you… why did you look at Sam and I like that?” Maybe it was an unfair question. Nico didn’t mean it to be, didn’t mean to sound accusatory, but it had been frightening. Was it really so wrong to want answers? Not even more a moment did he consider that the change in Myrnin had been his fault. The next question threw Nico for a loop. There was something off about Myrnin even now, and Nico didn’t know how to handle it. He had taken the coward’s way out in the last room, he knew that. He and Sam had fled instead of trying to help, but even now Nico didn’t know if he could help. If Myrnin would even want his help. “Yes,” he replied, still not quite looking at Myrnin. “The world is still in danger.” His words were terse, clipped, like he didn’t want to be talking. Like he didn’t know how to talk to Myrnin. Like his choice – whether he remembered making it or not – came with unintended consequences.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 12, 2020 1:13:46 GMT -5
What had happened? It was a difficult question. Myrnin wasn't even sure if he was prepared to answer it. What had happened wasn't something he felt that Nico should know. He'd made the choice, sure, but he didn't think this Nico was going to have the same view on it that the one who'd made the choice had. But that didn't mean he had to answer Nico about that in particular. Did he want to tell his friend what had happened to *him*? It seemed like a bad idea to do that as well, but did he at least owe Nico? After all, he hadn't needed to keep this a secret. Nico seemed so disconnected from what was happening that saying so almost seemed like it wouldn't matter. "Sorry to hear that," he muttered, aware that Nico had answered his question. "You look ... more healthy. Had to check." He had been hopeful as well. Nico still might die. But at least he was in a bit better position to stay alive. Myrnin shifted a bit. That was it, right. He wanted Nico to be safe? His mind blanked for a second and he found himself staring at Nico, mind taking him in, but any emotional connection he had fizzled out for about a second. Then his brain scrambled for answers before it all returned. It was a struggle to not shake his head in an attempt to get everything back together. Instead he just gritted his teeth and tried instead to answer Nico's question. "It's just ... something that happens when a vampire gets older." Not a direct lie. That was true. It was something that happened. But that wasn't why Myrnin was struggling. "It's just ... a struggle to keep my thoughts together," Myrnin admitted. "That's all." He was probably going to be fine. He hoped so at any rate.
Nico could tell something was off, but he didn’t want to press it. There was more to this than the strange look Myrnin had gotten in the last room. There was more to this than gold eyed vampires, because if Nico remembered correctly, gold eyes didn’t just happen. Something had to trigger them, and Nico didn’t have the slightest clue what could have triggered it this time. It must have been something in Myrnin’s world, right? Because Nico hadn’t seen anything in the maze. Nothing had happened there. “I suppose healthy is one word for it,” Nico replied sarcastically. However, there had been benefits to Myrnin’ sacrifice. Nico had actually been able to sleep, had eaten actual meals rather than just picking at what little food he could force down. Even though he didn’t realize it, he did look healthier. Even though Nico couldn’t remember his friendship with Myrnin well enough that he knew all of Myrnin’s tells, he liked to believe he knew when he was being lied to. Myrnin wasn’t telling the whole truth about what caused whatever was happening. The thing was, Nico saw no reason why Myrnin would tell him the truth, so he didn’t ask. If it were something he wanted Nico’s help with, he would tell him. If he felt comfortable sharing, then he wouldn’t have told a lie. Maybe if Nico had confirmation that it made Myrnin dangerous, he would have pressed the matter. Maybe he would have seen what he could do to help. Maybe if he felt he had any sway, if he thought Myrnin might tell the truth with just a little bit of prodding… but he didn’t. And if there was one thing Nico didn’t do, it was press strangers, or friends, even, when they wanted to keep their secrets to themselves. “I don’t know if it will help,” Nico murmured, meeting Myrnin’s gaze. If the vampire wanted to tell him he didn’t need advice, he could. Nico was consciously giving him that option. “But if you ground yourself in reality you might be able to keep it all together a little bit better. Just… try to focus on something specific. And if you feel your thoughts drifting, try to anchor them again.” The Nico who remembered Tartarus would have been more help. The Nico who had gone through Tartarus knew how to get himself through panic attacks, and though that wasn’t the same thing as Myrnin’s gold eyes, there were likely strategies that bridged the gap. This Nico… this Nico tried to help. The only issue was he really had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke from secondhand advice, not from experience. Perhaps another Nico could have helped Myrnin. But that Nico was gone. That Nico had caused the problem in the first place. This Nico was all that was left.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 16, 2020 18:00:53 GMT -5
Even if Nico didn't think the suggestion was very helpful, Myrnin still appreciated it. Although it might have been what would help of what he was looking for, there was still the fact that he still missed the feedback from his friend. Though maybe he wasn't anymore. It was hard for Myrnin to wrap his head around the fact that they might not be anymore. It prickled at his heart. He ... he missed Nico all of a sudden. Furiously, even if he was standing right in front of Myrnin. It was hard to keep everything in his mind straight, but that was mostly due to the fact that he was still recovering. He knew that. He had to believe that. He couldn't stop believing that or if he did than he wouldn't be able to stay with whatever limited sanity he had. Would he remember how much he cared about Nico if he lapsed? He knew he wouldn't, but the idea made him want to reach out and hug him. It made it hard to think that some day he might not want what was best for Nico, that there might be a time when he looked at him and saw just a human, as important as an ant. But he had to work past that thought. He had to collect them too. They'd started to wander again. "I will do my best," he promised the demigod. He took a breath after a second and then asked, "What do you want to do?" He wasn't sure if Nico wanted to talk. Or if he wanted to go into a room. Or if he wanted to avoid Myrnin. Any of them were options.
Nico watched Myrnin carefully, not trusting him completely. He’d seen the way the gold eyed Myrnin had looked at him, and he didn’t care for it. Even the gods looked at demigods with more respect than that. They still obviously felt themselves superior, but they seemed to recognize the value in humanity. Myrnin… hadn’t seemed to. The thought frightened Nico more than he cared to admit. What would happen, if Myrnin’s eyes turned gold now? There was nothing Nico could do except turn the other way, and he didn’t have Sam here anymore. On one hand, it meant Sam was probably safe, but on the other it meant that Nico had to deal with this alone. “I guess… I haven’t done a room since…” since the corn maze. Since Sam had bitten him. Since Myrnin had changed. Did he really want to do a room again? Not really, but he also didn’t really want to have this awkwardly stilted conversation with Myrnin, and a room was a decent enough distraction that Nico wouldn’t have to think about his relationship to Myrnin. If he’d been aware enough to realize something was wrong, that would have been one thing. That would have been a step in the right direction to fixing it. But he wasn’t even aware enough for that. All he knew was that something about his friendship with Myrnin didn’t make sense, and he’d acted recklessly when it came to trusting him in the past. It was a mistake that would have to be remedied. Or else he would have to get to know Myrnin better, which made him… strangely uncomfortable. He didn’t like being known, and Myrnin knew him too well for his own comfort. The House had crossed some lines, making them watch each other’s’ lives. He pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the thoughts. “I think a room might be the best option.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 22, 2020 18:17:53 GMT -5
Myrnin knew how it looked. Or he thought he knew anyway. But he couldn't remedy it, not even for Nico. Not even if he wanted to. So instead, he stood slowly. He didn't want to risk moving much quicker than that, in case it spooked Nico. They were strangers again. Sometime, sometime in the future, Myrnin thought he might be more than a stranger to Nico. He'd be a distant monster. But, for the time being, he wanted to try and be something else for Nico. He wanted to be a person. Maybe not a friend, but at least someone who might sometimes deserve the rare smile that Nico sometimes gave. He shifted, then headed for the hallway. His steps were a bit more sure than he felt. "Seems like that would be the case," he said over his shoulder. He headed down the line of doorways, before stopping in front of one. For want of conversation, he asked, "Have I ever told you about what's happening in Morganville right now?" It wasn't the best line of conversation, but as he put his hand to the doorknob, it was the best he had. He turned it, then opened the door. He half wondered if Nico would follow him through.
Nico followed, if only because he lacked anything better to do. If only because there was a part of him that trusted Myrnin that the rest of him didn’t understand because logically, it didn’t make sense. They were acquaintances who had been through some unfortunate experiences together. If Nico’s heart wanted to find friendship in Myrnin, it was only because Nico couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t like he was particularly trying to, but the more people he cared about, the easier it would be for his heart to break. He didn’t need his heart to break any more easily than it already did. But the House was the one exception, the one place where Nico let himself openly care. Which meant, if Myrnin stayed Myrnin, there was a chance they could come close to what they had. It really did depend on Myrnin staying himself, though. Gold-eyed Myrnin was unnerving. He reminded Nico of how little he knew of the vampire. Of how flimsy his foundation of trust was when it came to Myrnin. “I… I don’t believe you have, no,” Nico replied, shaking his head. “You can, if you want.” The thought was left in the hallway, however, as Nico stepped into the room after Myrnin. Alphabets lined the walls, complete with pictures of things that began with each letter. ABC. Apple, Bear, Car. ABC. Aereo, Bandiera, Casa. ΑΒΓ. Αράχνη, Βάτραχος, Γάτα. Others, languages Nico didn’t recognize. Interesting. He was grateful, suddenly, that Myrnin spoke English. A room decorated like this didn’t… well, it didn’t bode well for the translator.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 2, 2020 17:03:59 GMT -5
Myrnin looked around the room, eyebrows rising slightly as he looked at the various alphabets. He recognized a couple of them, but was surprised there wasn't more. Didn't the House translate writing? He thought that was the whole point. Otherwise, why would he have insulted Vincent in code all those rooms back? It seemed pretty ... odd that the House had decided to mess with one of its own - well, not rules - but traditions perhaps. He slowly turned to look at the various things around the wall. Pictures, any way. And letters, but some of them might as well have been pictures as well. Languages were beautiful like that. They so often contained something more than just a scramble of symbols mushed together. They contained a story in the form of a pen stroke. Or maybe a chisel, if we were talking the older languages. "What's up with all of this?" he asked Nico. Though, of course, it didn't come out exactly how Myrnin expected it to.
Nico was shocked, at first, by the sight of the room, but he figured he had long ago lost the right to be surprised by anything the House had to throw at him. At some point, even the most surprising things couldn’t shake him. It looked… well, it looked like what Nico expected a classroom to look like. Not that he’d been in one for a number of years, but still. The alphabets seemed like the sort of thing he’d find in a classroom that taught kids how to write. Why they needed so many different languages was a question only the House could answer. The House showed its hand sooner than Nico had expected. He turned on Myrnin the instant the vampire spoke, surprised at the strange words coming out of his mouth. Was this what he sounded like to others when he decided to curse in Ancient Greek? Nico hoped that Myrnin wasn’t uttering profanities that Nico wasn’t supposed to hear, but… really, he wouldn’t know. And how many times had he done the exact same thing? “What?” He asked, though he knew the moment the words left his lips that they weren’t in English. They came out too smoothly… so not English or Latin, the languages he had needed to pick up later in life. Italian or Ancient Greek, though… if he had been paying closer attention to his own words he would have known. “Can you… can you understand me?” Nico asked, doing his best to speak English. It didn’t work. He could think in English at least… or it seemed he was able to. Differentiating between was hard when the House decided to meddle with the translator. The words sounded English in his head, but they just… weren’t when they left his lips. Probably easier to just speak Ancient Greek intentionally and remove any chance of the House mistranslating.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 19, 2020 3:50:17 GMT -5
Myrnin looked at Nico, slightly mystified. He knew which language Nico was speaking, since there was both a brief memory of it from his past and the roots were familiar, but Myrnin was just left frowning. "Can't help you," he said with a sigh. The sigh, at least, didn't need to be translated. He took several steps back and leaned against one of the walls. It happened to have a 'B for Bear'. He ignored it. Instead, he tried to focus on his words. "What …" No use, it didn't come out in a language that they would both know. It was Welsh, but an older form. Just like Ancient Greek was an older form which wouldn't be recognizable to most people. The struggle. Myrnin shrugged helplessly. He didn't have any ideas. He wondered if the movement conveyed enough to ask Nico if he had any thoughts.
Nico glanced at Myrnin, frowning just a little bit. He wasn’t the greatest at reading people, but even he could tell that Myrnin wasn’t any more pleased with this situation than Nico was. He had no idea what language the vampire was even speaking, and it most certainly didn’t share roots with any languages Nico was familiar with. “This is great,” he huffed, frowning at the sound of the words as they left his lips. It just wasn’t worth it to try to speak in any other languages right then – he had no idea if Myrnin spoke Italian or Latin, and the English wasn’t turned on. Looking around, though, Nico couldn’t help but wonder if that was part of the room’s trick. There wasn’t a door anymore, although there very rarely was, in the House. Perhaps, if they found words that both of them could understand, then they could find a way out? They both had practice learning languages, after all, so surely finding a few words to communicate wouldn’t be that difficult. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was something. “You,” Nico said slowly, pointing at Myrnin. “You are Myrnin.” The most basic sentence possible, to the point he hoped Myrnin didn’t think he’d lost his mind. “Me,” he continued, pointing at himself. “I am Nico.” He watched Myrnin for a few moments, hoping the vampire would catch on. If he did, that meant he had at least three words to work with in Ancient Greek, which was… well, better than what they had before.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 18, 2020 5:25:03 GMT -5
This all seemed to be an exercise which required more patience than Myrnin thought he had. He looked at Nico with pursed lips, but still tried to pay attention to the unknown words and the expression Nico was making. At least he could pick out his name and Nico's. He blinked. Alright, he was fairly sure he got that. He hoped he did anyway. Might as well give it a go. He tried repeating after Nico, using the language he was speaking. He knew already that the accent was off, but he tried his best. Pity it didn't stick in his head as well as he would have liked. But he tried his best to retain the shape of the words. "I am Myrnin, you are Nico," he said. Perhaps a bit to fast. He wasn't used to teaching people whole new languages after all. He did look at Nico with expectant eyes regardless.
Nico listened to Myrnin’s attempt, his face attempting a smile after a few moments. He gave an over-exaggerated nod. “Yes,” he said, hoping Myrnin caught on to the meaning of that word. It would be a useful one. That and ‘no,’ but he’d need a reason to teach that one. He blinked as Myrnin switched languages, surprised by how well Myrnin’s name blended into it. Right. This was probably the language he had spoken since birth, the language his name came from in the first place. It didn’t stick out like ‘Nico’ did in Greek. If only Nico were teaching Italian. He wondered if Myrnin knew Italian. It would be interesting to see after this room was over. If Myrnin was still himself by the time the room ended. A knot worked its way into Nico’s stomach at the thought, and he tried to push it away. “I am Myrnin, you are Nico,” Nico repeated carefully, wrinkling his nose at how unfamiliar the words tasted. It wasn’t like any language he spoke. It didn’t even seem to have the same roots as Greek. He said it one more time before his eyebrows creased and he tried to parse out the words. “Nico I am, you are Myrnin.” That wasn’t the right order… even if it was the order he would use for any other language. “I am Nico,” he corrected after a moment.
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