Four|Omniscient   

    Nico sauntered towards the Apollo cabin, trying to find Will. Winter had finally hit, sending snow floating down around Nico and coating his brown hair in a light dust. He loved winter. It suited him, in a way. Plus Nico was never too hot when he tried to sleep, he hated that unless he was with Will. That was different. Nico had approached the cabin and lifted his hand to knock when -

    "Nico!" Greeted Will, his face shining. Nico could tell because the door was well out of the way by then. "Nico, feel my sweater."

    "What?" he replied, taken aback. Will let just grinned stupidly and wiggled his eyebrows. Though confused, Nico awkwardly began to pet Will's arm. Then he widened his eyes.

    "Woah!"

    "I know right?"

    "It's so smooth!" cried Nico, secretly noticing how well the sweater outlined Will's biceps.

    "I KNOW, RIGHT?" Will was out of control.

    "But it's really thin, no wonder you're so cold all the-"

    "Nico," interrupted Will. Oh gods, Nico recognized that voice. Terrible joke commence in 3.. 2.. "Do you know what material it is?" Nico stared solemnly at Will. "Boyfriend material."

    To say the least, the sigh that came from that Hades boy could have been heard in Australia. Nico looked down, not letting go of Will's arm, other hand on his hip.

    "Will," he said, looking up. Will was silent, a blush creeing up his cheeks. Did he say something wrong? Perhaps he was overstepping -

    "Will. That is polyester,  Will."  Relief flooded through the blonde's veins, and he laughed.

    "Come on," he said tugging Nico along with him joyfully. He bounded across the snow, followed begrudgingly by the Ghost King. Will was already freezing his ass off, but he wasn't about to let that stop him.

    "Will, what are you up to?"

    "Nothing," he answered, fingering his chest pocket and smiling cheekily. Luckily Nico was still meandering behind him.

    They continued to walk aimlessly, ever closer to the camp borders. Most of it was spent in silence. Which was why Nico was getting paranoid.

    "Will, stop for a second."

    "Whhhy," Will complained, the more he was moving the warmer his joints would be.

    "You're turning blue, I swear to gods." Nico retorted. He wasn't lying either. While Nico remained his usual ghastly pale, Will had gone from tan to white to a peachy color in minutes. The tips of his ears had become a dangerous shade of frostbite.

    "Ah, come on!" Will countered, trudging once again towards the spot where he and Nico had spent most of their battle against Geaea and her minions.  He knew this was an unhealthy thing to do, but he was determined. Nico ran up to give him a kiss. They melted together for a moment, Will starting to warm up a little.

    Snap. Whoosh.

    Nico suddenly pulled away and shoved Will behind him. He heard a soft thud. Will gasped, but Nico ignored him, staring forwards. The noise he had heard reminded him of a blade being thrown.

    "Nico..." Will whimpered.

    "Will, now is really not the time for idle banter."

    "Death boy..."

    "Shut up while I'm trying to save you!"

    "It's too late Neeks..." Will whispered. Another thud. Panic alarms went off in Nico's mind.

    He turned around. Then he gasped, staring with disbelief.
 
    "I think I'm dying." said Will, tears forming in his eyes. "Nico, I love you, Nico," The two stared at each other. Nico desperately wanted to pick Will up and run with him, but all he could do was stare.

    "Remember me..." cried Will, his voice fading. He clutched his heart as he said it, completely over dramatizing.

    "Will, it's just snow. You're fine. Stop being a drama queen," Nico sighed, leaning down to help up his boyfriend. Will grabbed his hand, but instead of helping himself up, he pulled Nico on top of him.

    "Well maybe if you hadn't forced me to wear this extremely thin jacket..."

    "Forced you?" Nico spluttered, smiling.

    "Well yeah if you hadn't been so gosh darn cute-"
  
    "I am not cute!" Nico replied,  now straddling Will. "Don't you dare pin this on me, Solace." Nico sneered, trying with all his might to look intimidating.

    "And there you go again! I swear it's the old ball and chain with you," Nico's eyes were saucers. "first the jacket, now this! Tsk tsk di Angelo"

    "Ball- ball and chain! You can't say that until well after we're married, and even then..." Nico trailed off. "Oh." he said.

    "Well then we're just gonna have to get married, aren't we," jested Will, waving a white gold band in Nico's face.