[If Nico had been told when he was younger that he'd miss Persephone as his step-mother, then he probably would've laughed. As it stands, he vastly prefers Persephone over Electra for many reasons. All of those reasons are why he left his home in the first place. Really, there's nothing left for him. His mother died when he was eleven, then his sister a week later. His first step-mother, Persephone, was assassinated when he was fourteen, and his father joined her a year after his re-marriage with Electra when he was fifteen. Nico feels he should get a medal for trying to deal with her until his sixteenth birthday. By that time, she had taken an unhealthy liking to him, and with his half-sister's help, managed to get away.
Mostly, he'd left with very little. All he had were a set of fine clothes as black as night, another silver as the moon, and the last as deep a blue as twilight. Well, they were the only things that had the most value. The other thing Nico left home with was the skin of a cat, used to disguise himself while in the other country. He'd gladly given up his title and everything he'd known, and had been lucky to gain a position as a servant in some lord's estate. Even luckier, he'd managed to find that they were kindly rather than abusive. Not that Nico would've complained, as he knew very well that he would've suffered far worse had he stayed home.
This doesn't make life any less lonelier, of course. Even Nico admits that much. The only people he sees most of the time are other servants, and if someone higher up the social ladder does cross his path, he's usually never noticed. Although, it helps that the donkey skin he always wears is enchanted to make him appear that way. It's almost sad that it's become something of a security blanket for the former noble.
Thus, when the owners of the estate say that they're going to hold a ball and that the servants are welcome to participate, Nico practically leaps at the chance to get into something that isn't donkey. Besides, it'll be even more of a protection, since nobody will ever guess that the guy wearing the donkey skin is the same person attending the ball. It's flawless. Nico even contents himself with the thought that he doesn't really have to talk to anyone, just listen and enjoy a night of not being a servant.
The day of the ball finds Nico in his twilight blue clothes. He threads his way through the fringes of the party-goers, reveling in the luxury of a free night. Nobody telling him to fetch something or other, or to clean up someone else's mess. He can just be himself.]
Prompt 10: Donkeyskin/Catskin
Mostly, he'd left with very little. All he had were a set of fine clothes as black as night, another silver as the moon, and the last as deep a blue as twilight. Well, they were the only things that had the most value. The other thing Nico left home with was the skin of a cat, used to disguise himself while in the other country. He'd gladly given up his title and everything he'd known, and had been lucky to gain a position as a servant in some lord's estate. Even luckier, he'd managed to find that they were kindly rather than abusive. Not that Nico would've complained, as he knew very well that he would've suffered far worse had he stayed home.
This doesn't make life any less lonelier, of course. Even Nico admits that much. The only people he sees most of the time are other servants, and if someone higher up the social ladder does cross his path, he's usually never noticed. Although, it helps that the donkey skin he always wears is enchanted to make him appear that way. It's almost sad that it's become something of a security blanket for the former noble.
Thus, when the owners of the estate say that they're going to hold a ball and that the servants are welcome to participate, Nico practically leaps at the chance to get into something that isn't donkey. Besides, it'll be even more of a protection, since nobody will ever guess that the guy wearing the donkey skin is the same person attending the ball. It's flawless. Nico even contents himself with the thought that he doesn't really have to talk to anyone, just listen and enjoy a night of not being a servant.
The day of the ball finds Nico in his twilight blue clothes. He threads his way through the fringes of the party-goers, reveling in the luxury of a free night. Nobody telling him to fetch something or other, or to clean up someone else's mess. He can just be himself.]