Solace Through Darkness (Solangelo One-shots)

The Birds

Will's P.O.V:

"Will, it's a nineteen-sixties film about demonic pigeons."

I curled up on Nico's bed and pulled the blanket over my head.

"Can't we just... Do something else?"

Nico rolled his eyes, clearly ticked.

"No, especially if you're referring to that again."

"But--"

"Not yet. If we ever get married, maybe. I'm a 'thirty's kid. What else did you expect?"

"Some action," I mumbled.

Nico slipped the disc into the CD player and the movie started.

"Ah!" I screamed.

"They JUST started. Save your screaming for the scary parts," he told me.

"There are scarier parts?!?"

"She just walked into a flipping pet shop! How is that scary?"

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"So... much... blood..."

"Aren't you a doctor?"

"There's never that much!"

"A seagull scratched her head."

"THE HORROR!"

"Oh, my gods."

"That's it. I have Laridaphobia."

"What?"

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"Now that's remotely scary," Nico pointed at the screen.

"A guy with his eyes clawed out?" I was under the covers, seeing only the bottom left corner of the screen.

"Yep."

"I need to check for PTSD after this."

"What?"

"I keep forgetting you're from the thirty's... actually, I should check you for it after all you've been through..."

"Nope."

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"Wow, Will, you didn't faint!"

I lay on Nico's bed, almost asleep.

"You awake?" I heard him ask. No reply. Nico laughed. A good laugh, not the kind that i'd heard before. I guess because he thought I was asleep.

"Night, Solace," he kissed my forehead and walked away, leaving me to rest in his own bed.