given how incredible socialites is, i'm soooo excited for this story too!!! i'm very, very curious to read a canon universe story by you
also, the fic title is beautiful – i love it! and dual pov? could the premise be any better?
"A stench that clings to pine needles like burnt offerings and dried blood, like old magic that refused to die when it was told." what a way to start!! the old magic part is lovely. i always really love how you structure your sentences
"And still, the silence doesn’t feel safe. It feels like the inhale before the scream. Like something lurking just beneath the roots, holding its breath." oooohhh!!! the calm before the storm vibes. beautiful writing, as always
"But absent, in that unnerving, divine way—like a candle snuffed mid-prayer, the smoke curling in the dark where light should be." absolutely loving your writing style applied to canon context!!!!!!!!! this is incredible!!!!
"Their names spoken like incantations, etched into the walls of the dining pavilion, whispered by younger campers who never saw the world before it cracked and bled and demanded they grow up too fast." long, flowing sentences 😩❤️
"The one who saw both worlds—the living and the dead, Roman and Greek—and chose to stay." SO. BEAUTIFUL. what else can i say?
"All wrapped in the blinding packaging of golden curls and aggressively kind intentions." willllll!!!!!!!
"sun-drenched brain" HAHAHAHA
"–Nico is starting to feel less like a person and more like a very moody houseplant" omg 🤣🤣 i mean, maybe that's not THAT far from the truth... it is funny at least
"Will had reorganized the entire infirmary while Nico was there, muttering to himself about bandage inventory and restocking ambrosia supplies at midnight." will, do YOU rest and practice what you preach, hm? hm?
"Nico could imagine the look on his face. Smug. Indifferent. Maybe even a little fond, though he’d rather throw himself into a vat of cabernet than admit it." that is the perfect expression to imagine on mr d. literally perfect, nothing is better than this.
"Marching through rotting woods, surrounded by mosquitoes the size of dinner plates and the distinct smell of something left out to fester." mosquitoes the SIZE OF DINNER PLATES???? bye, i'd perish on the spot
"With Cecil, who has spent the last ten minutes recounting a deeply suspicious tale about a raccoon he swears is either possessed, immortal, or both." lou and cecil!!! and the raccoon!!!! i will never stop finding raccoons funny!!!!
“I’m telling you, it took Clarisse’s sports bra and walked away like it had a mission. I made eye contact with it. It had intentions. ” oh good lord 💀😭
"His fingers tighten where they hang at his sides, and Nico thinks, not for the first time, that for all Will’s sunshine and swagger, he always looks like he’s holding himself together with gauze and caffeine. Hypocrite." good for nico being observant!!
"No thought. No hesitation. Just instinct. The Stygian iron flashes into his hand." love how you structured this part with very sharp, short phrases! really shows the urgency and the change in the scene
"Not like a body collapsing, but like a soul being snuffed out." OH NOOOO!! a soul BEING SNUFFED OUT? could this hurt any more????
"Will isn’t dying—he’s unraveling. His soul drifts, not downward, but outward. Dissolving." okay, i'm already imagining what it must be like for will to then come back from this. gods, talk about traumatizing.
"The section where the books whisper, not because they want to be read, but because they remember being written. Where the pages flake like skin and the ink bleeds warnings in languages too old for vowels." literary art!!! seriously, this is unbelievable beautiful
"And he is the only one who can stop this. His mind fractures under the pressure—but old instincts take over. He moves." even though i know that will IS going to survive, this is still soooo stressful and nerve wrenching to read!!
"The words fall in ancient Greek—not the polished cadence of scholars, but the raw rhythm of underworld rites." genuinely epic. this is practically like reading a greek classic 🫠
"The rite predates Olympus. It was whispered on the banks of Lethe before memory had form. A magic not meant to mend the soul, but to rewrite it." holy shit. stunning, s t u n n i n g.
"Something soft, human, essential begins to disintegrate—papery, thin, gone. Memory, maybe. A melody. The shape of a laugh. A sister? A lullaby? A grave?" !!!!!!!!!! this is already a masterpiece that rivals my love for socialites (and i really didn't think anything could come close to that)
"The blue of still water. Of blood that has forgotten how to move." reading this really feels like having a religious, spiritual experience 🫢
"A marrow-deep chill that radiates outward from the core of him, curling into the empty spaces beneath his ribs like frost blooming through a corpse." you've really communicated the magnitude of what happens effectively. it's evident that what nico did has great significance and it will have consequences!
"A daughter of Hecate knows the shape of a world that’s been twisted" of course she would, this makes perfect sense
“You shouldn’t have been able to do that” ooh, now i'm thinking about this. yes, nico is veeeery powerful but just how is he capable of doing something on this level? he is still a demigod, not a god 👀 very curious, indeed
that was one hell of a first chapter! your writing never fails to stun me basically speechless
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