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tsarisfanfiction · 2 years

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Light and Shadow

Fandom: Heroes of Olympus Rating: Gen Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace

Nico’s fading into the shadows again, but this time things are a little different - for starters, Will Solace is his boyfriend now.

Day one of @solangeloweek “throwback”, and easing my way into writing pure Solangelo rather than my usual plot-with-a-side-of-Solangelo with a pretty simple interpretation of today’s prompt (I may have got my days a little muddled but it’s after midnight here as I post this so that counts, right?).Timeline wise, this is set sometime after TOA, but ignores the upcoming Solangelo novel.

Reminder that there’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

“Nico di Angelo, what did you do?”

Nico barely had the strength to raise his head from where he lay in an awkward sprawl, half in the shadow of the tree he’d attempted to shadow travel out of. It wasn’t like he needed to look to see who was talking to him – only one person took that tone, both furious and terrified rolled up in one sharp, Texan twang (the only other time Will’s accent came through was when he was tired, and Nico vastly preferred it then) – but he owed his boyfriend some sort of reaction.

“’verdid it,” he admitted in a mumble, feeling like his tongue was about to fall through his jaw (maybe it was, maybe he was that far into the shadows), and Will let out a sound that could almost be a growl.

“I can see that,” the son of Apollo snapped, none of his characteristic softness or laid-back nature in his tone. This was Will Solace, head medic of a camp full of injury-prone demigods, speaking, but it was also Will Solace, Nico’s frantic boyfriend, and that came through in the delicate touches to his wrist as warm fingers assessed his condition. “I thought we were done with this nonsense.”

This nonsense was Nico overworking himself, pushing his limits until they broke and finding himself more shadow than human. In his defence, not that Will would ever accept it as such, it was only the second time this had happened, with the first being the memorable trek back from Rome with the Athena Parthenos, but the fact that it had happened again at all was definitely a problem.

Warmth trailed across his body, nudging the shadows trying to cling to him into receding entirely whilst simultaneously giving his body a sense of being grounded, and he squinted weakly at the glowing light where he was fairly sure his boyfriend was.

It had to be Will; Nico didn’t know anyone else, barring the gods themselves, that could glow, and the gods wouldn’t be in Camp, taking the time to glow enough to stop the shadows from swallowing him once and for all (well, Apollo might, but this wasn’t Apollo’s glow. This was Will’s, and while Will might be Apollo’s son, that didn’t mean Nico couldn’t tell them apart, even in this half-conscious state).

“Eat.” The clipped command was accompanied by Nico’s least-favourite medicinal tar being stuffed between his front teeth, and he couldn’t help the face he pulled at the taste of it even as he dutifully ordered his mouth to chew the stuff, feeling his strength start to trickle back. Coach Hedge’s creation was horrendous, but it certainly worked.

He didn’t question why Will had it on him. Of course Will did.

There was a frustrated sigh from his boyfriend, and Will’s warm, glowing hands started poking at Nico’s body, no doubt trying to work out how translucent he was and if he was safe to drag to the infirmary. “I thought we were done with this,” Will repeated, and Nico could hear the fear winning the battle against the frustration in his voice, reminding him yet again that he did have people who cared about him, who would be devastated if he died or worse.

He'd been working on that, but relapses happened, especially when he was alone and dying, although his last jump had specifically had Will in mind, so at least he hadn’t relapsed entirely.

“I’m banning you from shadow travel again,” Will continued, his tone brooking no argument, and Nico didn’t even try to protest.

He’d scared Will; he knew that, even without all the obvious tells he could hear and feel despite being part-shadow. More than scared, terrified, in the same way Nico panicked when Will pushed himself too hard and ended up unconscious and cold when he was supposed to be full of life and warm.

This wasn’t like those three days he’d spent in the infirmary, after Gaia, when Will had threatened to sit on him if he so much as twitched towards the nearest shadow (or any other avenue of departure), and Nico had been torn between resenting the son of Apollo for not leaving him alone and trying to work out why part of him – the naïve, child in him, he’d thought scornfully back then, before he’d learned better – had been so ready to cry at the idea someone cared, even if it was just the camp’s head medic.

(There was no just about William Andrew Solace, he’d learned, but it had taken a lot longer than three days as the son of Apollo’s prisoner to start realising what it was about Will that made Nico panic that time he saw him collapse like a skeleton he’d cut his power from after he finished healing a Roman kid and then didn’t stir for two days.)

“’kay,” he mumbled in response as Will seemingly deemed him fit to move and hauled him over his shoulder. It was undignified, and part of Nico feared that he’d sink through his boyfriend, but Will’s glow was enough to keep him corporeal, and despite not looking it, the son of Apollo was deceptively strong. Nico’s shadowy skin-and-bones was no trial for him.

That didn’t mean Nico had to like it, and he let out a groan of protest.

“No complaining,” Will snapped at him. “You’re in no state to walk.”

Nico acquiesced, if only to keep Will happy (not that Will was ever going to be happy when he was terrified and furious all at once, but the least Nico could do was not make things harder for his boyfriend).

“Sorry,” he mumbled into Will’s back, and felt the sigh he got in response.

“First, I’m going to get you stable,” his boyfriend told him. “Then, you’re going to tell me what caused this when we’ve been working so hard to stop this happening” – we, he said, and the reminder that they’d been working together on finding a way to prevent Nico’s shadow travel making him fade filled Nico with a flood of relief, a reminder that they were partners in life, that he wasn’t alone – “and we’re going to work out a way to make sure it doesn’t happen a third time.”

“S’nds good,” Nico agreed, letting out a yawn that startled both of them. It shouldn’t have – Nico’s powers always made him tired if he overused them, and this was the textbook definition of overuse – but with all the shadow-fading, that had apparently failed to register in his mind. From the way Will paused, Nico wasn’t the only one.

Then Will let out a chuckle – only a small one, thin and wrought with the same underlying fear and worry he’d been broadcasting since Nico had collapsed out of the shadow in front of him, but it was a beautiful sound nonetheless – and his grip on Nico tightened in a brief squeeze. “Let me get you stable, then you can sleep. We can tackle the rest once you’ve woken up again.”

That sounded like a fantastic idea, and Nico let himself fall into a light doze as his boyfriend strode across the camp and into the familiar territory of the infirmary. Once upon a time, Nico knew very little about the infirmary and even less about the interior of it, but after dating a son of Apollo and the camp’s head medic for nearly a year, it had become just as familiar to him as the training fields and even cabin seven itself. It was no longer a place to be wary of, a place where he feared bringing death (or feared other people’s reactions as they feared he was an omen of death), and while he wouldn’t say he enjoyed being a patient, he had an excellent doctor.

Even if Will got snippy when he worried him.

There was no way that it was a coincidence when he found himself gently deposited in the same bed he’d occupied last August, with the same son of Apollo standing next to him looking worried yet determined. Unlike last time, Will was glowing – an ability he’d discovered and eventually started to hone only months earlier – but the roof was still retracted to let in the light from Apollo’s chariot in addition to Nico’s boyfriend’s glow, and the same remedies of tar-gum and unicorn draught were being applied with vigour as Will continued dragging him back into the realm of full corporeality.

Also unlike last time, Nico wasn’t scared. Will might be, a terror that Nico understood well because he knew what it was like to see Will collapse and feel utterly useless, but now, Nico knew that Will knew what he was doing, that he could trust Will to do everything in his power to save him – and that Will’s power was enough to save him.

There was no fear as he regained more and more solidity, just the overwhelming allure of sleep, and as soon as Will put down the bottle of unicorn draught for the last time and told him he was stable enough to sleep the rest of it off, Nico did just that.

But not before snagging his boyfriend’s wrist, tugging him so that Will fell onto the bed with him – his boyfriend was still glowing, and Nico was feeling rather like a moth drawn to a flame, because it was so warm and inviting, although unlike a moth he knew he’d survive the experience – and mumbling a tired, but heartfelt love you in the son of Apollo’s ear.

He didn’t need to be awake long enough to hear Will’s quiet love you, too, to know that he said it back. Nor did he need to hear please stop scaring me like that to know that Will was thinking that, too.

If he woke up however long later to find Will curled up against him, fast asleep and whistling lightly through his teeth with every breath but still glowing his brilliant, golden glow, well. Shifting until his – solid, no longer translucent and shadowy – arm was looped around his boyfriend and pulling him in close was just the natural thing to do.

#solangeloweek #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #tsari writes fanfiction

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laresearchette · 4 months

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heyimboredtalktome · 3 years

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I need only Will Solace HCs

If you can like write a bajilion here cause we do not appreciate Will enough and I love him so much

As I've said before, love Will Solace or be obliterated:

A bajilion huh;)

Fighting in two wars as a medic has certainly given him some PTSD, he had to see some pretty gruesome things, so sometimes he struggles with that.

Will is the type of person who will do anything to make you feel comfortable. Even if he's hurting or struggling he'll hide all of it because he never wants to burden anybody else with his problems. He's such a good listener, if you're ever worrying about anything just talk to him and boom he'll make you feel so much better.

Literally everybody in camp asks Will for his advice, even for the most trivial things, it's just feels really good to talk to him, and everybody at camp adores him.

Chiron particularly is very fond of this sunflower boi and like never tells him no, EVER, but mostly because Will never does anything that'll create problems.

He's got a jawline that could cut you in half, he's also got an amazing dimpled smile that could blind you if you're not careful.

Abs. That's it.

Also I remember that there's this scene in The Last Hero in which Piper faints so Annabeth was calling the medic who was playing basketball with the Apollo cabin so I'm assuming that was Will so Will's also a pro at basketball.

Find him with some small flowers in his hair almost always.

The sass.

He's a Texan so like he's so good at riding horses and he also gets along great with the pegasi.

He's a blanket hog, if you're sleeping with him bring an extra blanket or two.

He's the king of pickup lines, so smooooooooth.

He can pick up heavy things, no problem,(for example, idkkkkk his fucking boyfriend) he's like this weighs nothing y'all are just weak.

He's rather touchy with Nico, like gentle and sweet kisses and all that (I've got a post about him randomly kissing Nico's hand which can be found I don't know where) and Nico's like "you're smothering me" and Will's like "good"

You mess with his siblings you're enemy number one be prepare to be destroyed, if you get sick he'll probably let you die or something.

He's got a very strong moral core but he's also very rational and doesn't let his morals hinder his quick-thinking and doesn't waste any of his time in time sensitive issues that's something that comes with him being a medic where every second counts.

He tries to sing, only to make people laugh.

He's a good dancer tho.

Nico basically treats him like his own portable chair, and Will doesn't mind it at all.

He wakes up so fucking early, everybody's like it's still night and he's like "look there is a strip of light along the horizon so it's morning, I'm not early, y'all are just lazy"

He's really good at games like Dobble and Uno.

He loves spicy food.

Whenever he's free and bored he naps beneath a tree or something, he loves being outside.

He loves wearing crop tops and since most of Nico's clothes fit him like crop tops so he does wear Nico's clothes on occasion.

He loves making flower crowns and other flowery stuff and he decorates the Apollo Cabin with them.

Apollo's like really proud of Will, be literally starts sobbing whenever he sees Will (that is kinda canon but like)

He's got a good relationship with his mom, like since he's been at camp for so long and he lives everybody there so much, he doesn't really think of her a lot, but he is a really good son and Naomi loves him a lot.

Cliche but he loves sunflowers he finds them really pretty, and also dark colored roses and snapdragons.

The little kids in camp love him so much and sometimes he and Nico sit with them and tell them stories like myths and their own adventures.

He's so bad at maths like he just sucks.

You cannot differentiate between his handwriting and a dying man's vital stats they're the same thing.

He loves the Italian food that Nico cooks for him.

He will DESTROY the kitchen, do not let him enter if you want your house safe and sound and unburned.

Flannel gay in winters.

He gets really pale during winter, as if someone has leeched all the color from his skin. He's fine but he just doesn't glow like he normally does.

He'll curse you with whatever sickness he wants, do not underestimate this glowy pretty boi.

He's a pretty boi ;)

Will's just an angel who deserves nothing but love and I love him so much.

HEY Y'ALL ITS LOVING AND APPRECIATING WILL SOLACE HOURS AGAIN.

Anyway that's it and I hoped you liked it!✨✨

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bombini-fan-page · 3 years

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Will Solace headcanons

from someone who lives in Texas themselves

Never owned a cowboy hat but has worn and owns many ball caps (the real ones not flat bill and he wears it right)

Knows how to shoot

Stick shift? A definite maybe

Isn’t used to snow, not because he’s a son of Apollo but bc he lived in Texas and we get fake snow there (if you know you know)

His mom owns chickens and he’s definitely kicked a roster across the yard a few times

Can’t tell the difference between cows other than their color most of the time

Has ridden a horse twice

Quite honestly loves hamburgers

Helps his mom in the garden and when he misses her you can find him at the Demeter cabin

Likes angry orchard cider

Terrified of hogs/pigs in general

Very competitive

Loves Texas and his family

Misses the stars from his land in Texas

He was so surprised at how blue the ocean was when he first saw it bc he was used to lakes

Will sit hours and fish

Loves hallmark movies

Can recite the whole True Grit and/or Rio Bravo script (he loves John Wayne)

Dressed up as John Wayne every Halloween until he was 12

Tried to feed the Mail man a mud pie (alas it doesn’t work)

Loves good country music (not new country) and old country music

Is a Cowboys fan (Sorry not Sorry) he tried to grow his hair out like Cole Beasley

Loves fried potatoes

Sweet tea

But it’s pure sugar

You really think this boy himself is healthy?

He will eat healthy portions but damn he lived in Texas where the food is fried and carbs and the tea is ice and sugar

Jkjk Texas food can be wonderful

But seriously

Fried okra, tomatoes, pickles, you name it he loves it

Wants to move to a small farm with Nico in their future

He won’t drink store bought milk

Is actually against the majority of the ways doctors are now

Hates to give people shots

He’s more natural

He believes in eating good and having a good healthy immune system by eating well and natural

Loves natural birth (he literally delivered a child)

Supports birth centers and home births

You know how hard it is to find doctors that aren’t monsters?

Moving on before I go on a rant

Doesn’t sound Texan but uses words like them (believe it or not, some of us don’t sound hick), like yall, ain’t, bless your heart, that just burns my biscuits, who pissed in your cereal, yonder, holler (if you need anything), you get the gist

Can handle snakes like they’re nothing

Loves wind chimes because it reminds him of his grandma

Loves camping and hiking

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #will solace #nico di angelo #william andrew solace #hero’s of olympus #pjo hoo toa #trials of apollo #will solace headcanon

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plutos-ambassador · 4 years

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will solace: a texan

so after my post yesterday I had people ask me to write some headcanons for our favorite son if apollo. I'm not a born and bred texan, georgia what up, but I've been here most of my life and boy can I say Texans are weird

will yells "all y'all" a lot when giving instructions to campers and these northerners never know how to act

he may be the son of apollo but he's also texan. you'll see him preaching about good eating habits and then see him down sweet tea by the gallon

speaking of, what do you mean there's no sweet tea? how do you just not have sweet tea? NO YOU CANT JUST PUT SUGAR IN TEA AND CALL IT SWEET, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS

after his rampage through camp, chiron makes sure there's always sweet tea on stand by

also on the list of things they dont have, will is upset that there's no whataburger around

"do y'all have a buc-ees around here" / "will what the fuck is that"

one word: mums

he brings pictures back from high school and has to explain the concept of homecoming and mums to everyone.

"no not like mom in England, mum like chrysanthemum"

"WHY THE HELL IS THAT GIRL'S MUM SO BIG"

"that's not even the biggest one this year. one girl had one shaped like Texas with lights and bells-"

he saw an aphrodite kid wearing a large ring and just mutters, "must be an Aggie, "

"WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE STATE FAIR?"

will refuses to eat any other ice cream but blue bell and nico learns that the hard way

when nico shadowtravels to texas to visit will during the school year, will drags him to schlitterbahn and nico wonders how they even pronounce these chaotic texan words

"how do you pronounce this thing?"

"you mean waxahachie? it's a town"

exclusively refers to soda as "coke" and gets upset when they actually give him coke and nor dr.pepper

as good as the bbq at camp is, nothing beats texas bbq in will's book

he and leo will break out into "deep in the heart of texas" at random times

they also have a friendly rivalry going on with who's city is the best

"at least you're not from a&m"

he measures distance in time and doesnt understand why everyone keeps trying to ask him for measurements, "it's just 15 minutes away down yonder"

passive aggressive nicknames and phrases with a smile when he's feeling annoyed or pissed off that everyone just thinks is a sweet southern thing

"aww sweetheart, bless your heart"

he doesnt have a heavy southern accent but when you get him on a roll, his drawl will come out and everyone at camp swoons a little bit

this is getting a little long but who doesnt love a good ol Texan will solace

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flateshippingrates · 4 years

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On Your Doorstep (2/2)

Ship: Solangelo

Words: 1627

Ao3

Maybe it wasn’t the best or most mature way to handle the situation, but it was the way Nico had settled on. He stayed in his cabin, shadow traveling out for lunch and dinner in the city (that way he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew), and coming back to sit in brooding silence or blaring music. He didn’t have to worry about money because he had accumulated a large sum from his father, who overpaid him to run minor, quick errands and since essentially everything at camp was taken care of, he didn’t spend a lot. Also, there were lots of cheap food options and it didn’t hurt that he spoke Italian to some immigrants that had opened their own place nearby. He felt right at home in this routine.

Admittedly, it was tiring to have skeleton soldiers up all the time, even when he wasn’t there, and then, on top of that, shadow traveling. He knew it wasn’t sustainable and felt at least mildly exhausted all the time from it, but he was stubborn and hurt. So, this, right now, was his plan: Ignore all Iris messages, voices of reason, and talks of feelings for the rest of forever. It sounded good, but he forgot to account for the equal stubbornness of a certain blond.

The skeletons were set to scare—not actually hurt—Will away from the Hades cabin. Nico didn’t account for the fact that the son of Apollo would send other campers to drop off letters with practiced writing and a red heart to his cabin. He also didn’t expect the Hermes cabin to take responsibility for what happened by helping in the success of the love letter drop off.

Once a day, a skeleton soldier would awkwardly bring him a letter to which he acted like he didn’t want, but when the door was shut and it was just him, he tore it open like it held the secret to eternal happiness (and maybe in some sense it did).

Today’s letter read:

Dear Nico,

I am unsure if you are actually reading these and you would be well within your rights to just toss them out but everyday, when I see you open up for just a split second, I know there’s a chance you are still listening.

So, please, hear me now:

I now know why Orpheus looked back at Eurydice; how strong and crazy desire for another person can make us. Everyday I regret not telling you sooner, constantly looking back on our memories together—are you still there, my darling, my love? Are you still there?

Give me some sign you are so I don’t look back and lose you forever.

Sincerely yours,

Will

He scanned it a few times, deciding if it was worth it to respond—if only to let the blond know he was still listening. It would sting him more if he thought the Italian didn’t give him his time anymore but love isn’t about saying “a-ha! I gotcha! You cared more than me!” If it meant being with someone who loved you and you loved back, even if only for twenty-four hours, ten minutes, or a lifetime, the taste of it would linger forever. There would always be that moment when someone saw you—all of you—and still said, “I love you.”

So, Nico set a bird with bits of flesh still messily attached to its body to wait outside his cabin for the next letter. If it saw the blond walking anywhere near his cabin, it would swoop down with purpose, until three days had passed and Will realized what it wanted.

He handed a letter to the bird with a small bag of ambrosia to rejuvenate Nico from the overzealous use of power. It was only a small piece because, of course, a bird couldn’t carry all that he would need; although, the letter could be something to lure the son of Hades into proper care.

Nico practically snatched the letter when it came, giving the bird its peace for the rest of the day, and nibbled at the ambrosia as he read:

Dear Nico,

I want to tell you how I wish I had taken time off work to speak to you more. I’ve never felt as good as when I’m talking to you. If you came out, I would say how much I love the way your hair curls in on the left side and out on the right. I would whisper a thank you to every blade of grass you were about to walk on. I would kiss the sole of your heart for stepping all over mine that first time. I would tell you how much I dream of just holding your hand--how fast my heart pounds, even now. I want to tell you how I remember seeing you in all your glory and how when I said, “stay” what I meant to say was, “I want to say nothing but your name forever.”

Nico, my darling. Nico, my heart. Nico, my life.

I still look up at the hill, expecting to see you again like the first time I was ever given a reason to stop playing dead. I want to never again lose sight of what I saw. I never want to lose sight of what is real. The feelings between us are not meant to be coo-ed at like a newborn, they are well formed and they are ours. I want to nurture this with you. I want you to know, even now, with the distance, if you reached out your hand you would touch mine that’s how close I am.

But, in times like these, to summarize all my feelings, it would be easier to simply say: I love you and I always will.

Sincerely yours,

Will

Then, just like that, the pacing began--back and forth like a tiger in a cage--thinking could be a dangerous game. How could he be mad at Will for not expressing his feelings when he was so bad at it too? But, then again, the blond did always push Nico into speaking his mind so this wasn’t exactly fair. It wasn’t like the Italian blamed his friend for the stolen first kiss; that would be unfair. He just felt betrayed that their communication had slipped so much without him noticing.

He peered outside to see if he could see some tuft of blond in the bushes but was only met with his own soldiers. These letters were the only thing making it through his walls.

The next day, he summoned a bird to capture the letter but this time, he sat on his porch.B Blue eyes purposely stared through brown while he passed off the note and even though Nico didn’t wave back, Will knew this was the start of a real conversation. The quagmired situation that settled between them could be sorted soon. It had only taken two weeks of insistent, demanding love.

Nico peeled the heart back, pulled the letter out, and then, with one last glance at Will, he walked inside to read it.

Dear Nico,

You asked me how I couldn’t see you loved me and I’m sorry. The way you love is so quiet and so sweet, I sunk into it comfortably like a frog. I didn’t notice the heat. I was silent and still for so long, you must have wondered if I was alive, if I loved you.

I did, I did, I do, And I always will.

Sincerely yours,

Will

Sometimes his heart was so heavy he felt like he couldn’t do anything except lay in his bed. There had been whole years when he had been nothing but mean yet thought he was just being honest while he hid. He wanted to leave behind his shame for who he was and how he loved. He wanted to be nothing but honest. He felt the venom in his teeth and pushed it out with a tense breath. No, love was not about saying “a-ha!”

Love was about seeing someone with their heart exposed, taking it into your hands like a scared mouse and knowing when to set it free. The ceiling felt so far away. He felt small and, Gods, he wanted to be big. He wanted to be able to fill his lover’s hoodie, to save each others heart, and press down to stop the bleeding. They were both exposed, trying to wrap their hands around each other.

It was important to know what freedom means to someone.

Nico’s conscious buzzed like a bug zapper on a Texan’s porch and in the morning he let his soldiers fall apart in front of Will as he stood in the doorway. There was a pause. Then, before he could change his mind, the blond came bouncing up the stairs as if he wasn’t just ignored for days. Blue skies bore into the forest of Nico’s brown eyes, his breath stilled when he felt a tanned hand on his hip and saw the hesitance as Will leaned down. “How are you?” The blond whispered, their mouths so close he could feel the air move around them.

“What do you mean?” Nico asked, lamely, looking down at pink lips. He couldn’t help but think about how terrible Will was at archery yet he had a perfect Cupid’s bow.

“I mean… I missed you. I missed you, thank you for staying,” he mumbled.

“Please, may I kiss you?” Nico closed his eyes as Will shut the distance between them, pulling forward like the waves. It really could be like this forever. The push and pull and just them. Like this. Forever. The push and the pull.

#pls tell me what you think ahhhh #solangelo #Nico di Angelo #will solace #pjo #fanfic #my post #ao3

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What about the ones like Sam, Trend, Derek, etc? I know you like Derek Hale and I thought maybe there was a connection or something

Oooh. That makes more sense. I was confused since most of the direct next gen ARE so on the nose. Now I feel stupid. xD

Derek Rhys: actually not Derek Hale. Keep in mind, this OC was created in 2010. Teen Wolf started airing in 2011. Nope, a Derek that predates Teen Wolf. Derek Shepard from Grey’s Anatomy. I wanted that brunette suave McDreamy look in there. Rhys after Rhys Williams from Torchwood, because I just... really liked the name.

Trendafil Austin: Trendafil is Greek for rose and since he was originally endgamed to be with Derek the son of Demeter, I found that poetic. Austin... literally just because I wanted him to be Texan and figured I’d just go with it all the way and make its capital his last name

Sam Raser: An anagram of Mars+Ares.

Sara Mers: Also an anagram of Mars+Ares, because I wanted that connection between the two of them.

Marshall Mikaelson: Marshall after Marshall Eriksen from How I Met Your Mother, coupled with the last name of Klaus Mikaelson.

Phylicia Rosenberg: Phylicia as a different spelling of Felicity... Smoak. And Rosenberg is German for rose-hill which seemed like a very befitting name for a child of Persephone.

Joanna Foxx: I wanted Joe to have a non-female-traditional nickname. Joe. So I went with Joanna. And Foxx is honestly... just because I like foxes and they’re sly and it fit her.

Sedanur Aykan: I like playing with names and having traditionally-English sounding nicknames for foreign first names. Now, Danny was from the get-go supposed to have a German-Turkish mother, so I was looking for Turkish names there and Sedanur means “light”, which is a very fitting name for a child of Apollo. And Aykan is such a nice contrast because it means “descended from the moon”.

Hayden & Hunter Hood:Hood, obviously after Robin Hood, because thieves. And then I... honestly just googled popular names for twin-boys and picked a set that both had the first letter H because I’m a whore for a good alliteration.

Bellatrix la Fey: Bellatrix after Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter, though also because I wanted the tough daughter of Ares to be called “Bella” because it’s a nice context. And La Fey after Morgana la Fey.

Rainbow Jordan: She’s a daughter of Iris. Three guesses why Rainbow. Jordan was a very random pick though.

Stella Ribeiro: Ribeiro because it means “river”, so in relation to Aphrodite being born by a body of water, I wanted a water-related last name for Stella. Stella, very on-the-nose, meaning “star” and I mean how’s that not a good name for a kid of Aphrodite?

Phineas DeVorut: Phineas named after the dude from the myths... before Riordan pulled him into HoO. And DeVorut... honestly, also named after someone somehow but I legit don’t remember.

Melissa Montgomery: Melissa, Greek meaning “bee” and Montgomery... reminds me of wine, don’t ask me why. So it kinda fit for a kid of Dionysus for me.

Lila Lovegood: Lila is German and means “purple”. Lovegood after Luna Lovegood also I love alliterations so there’s that.

Loki Murdock: Loki, very obviously, after the Norse Trickster. Now, where I got that particular Murdock from, I don’t remember. It ain’t Matt Murdock, because I didn’t know the guy back then. I heard the name somewhere and found it to sound very trickster-like so I picked that for Loki.

Blance Lamour: Blance, French for “white”, which, come on, snow, daughter of Khione. Super on the nose. Lamour, French for “love”, as a stark contrast to her cold-hearted exterior.

Takara Phenia Thompson: Takara, named after my mascot because I do so love inserting different forms of her into stories. Phenia after an OC kid of Cole/Phoebe from Charmed, because witch. And Thompson... legit just for the alliteration with Takara.

Arielle Schneider: Arielle is the German dub name of Ariel and since she’s a daughter of Triton, I just couldn’t not. Schneider, German “tailor”, just because it’s a super-ass common last name and I didn’t want to be deep when I created them.

Now, not every name has some deep philosophical meaning where I got it from. Some are legit just “I like this rather common first name and that rather common last name and the combination fits this character”, like Charles Smith, Victor Kruger, Leroy Jones, Erik Anderson, Jonas Meyer, Ulrika Schuster.

#My OCs #naming characters #I got decidedly better at it by now #I swear #xD #Fic: Chasingverse #PJOverse #Anonymous

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#GLQ #freemasonic De notre confrère du San Salvador www.eltribuno.com Commençons par le fait que la mission Apollo 11 pourrait bien être qualifiée de “mission maçonnique”. En effet, les deux premiers marcheurs sur la surface de la Lune ont tous deux vécus les rituels d’initiation requis pour entrer dans la maçonnerie. Ils ont été reçus dans cet ordre ancien et traditionnel. De plus, certains membres de la fraternité affirment que les premiers pas d’Armstrong sur la Lune – ceux qui ressemblent à des petits sauts – font partie d’un code de communication maçonnique. Edwin Buzz Aldrin est connu pour avoir été initié à Clear Lake Lodge n° 1417, située dans la ville texane de Seabrook. certains affirment qu’il portait avec lui un drapeau brodé avec l’emblème du Suprême Conseil du 33e degré de la juridiction méridionale du rite écossais ancien et accepté. Le drapeau est aujourd’hui accroché dans la bibliothèque du musée maçonnique de Washington (Sixteen Street No. 1733, NW, Wash, DC). En résumé, en juillet 1969, le Maître Maçon Aldrin faisait tout simplement son travail pour la Montclair Lodge No. 144 dans le NJ. Il détenait le 33e degré REAA et était également titulaire du rang de Chevalier Templier, mais aussi membre de l’Ordre du Sanctuaire d’Amérique du Nord. Il est précisé – bien qu’il n’ait pas été possible de le confirmer – qu’Aldrin était porteur d’une mission spéciale du Grand Maître J.Guy Smith qui lui accordait les pleins pouvoirs pour le représenter sur la Lune, cela au nom de la juridiction territoriale maçonnique et au nom de la Grande Loge du TX des Maçons Libres et Acceptés. On sait finalement assez peu de choses sur la vie maçonnique de Neil Armstrong. Il faut avouer qu’en règle générale, on sait assez peu de choses sur sa vie après son retour de la Lune. Cependant, il suffit d’observer qu’à l’entrée de la Grande Loge de Washington, on découvre les statues des deux premiers humains à avoir foulé le sol lunaire, laissant le doute quant à leur appartenance à la Maçonnerie Universelle. S’il n’avait pas été un Maçon, Armstrong aurait certainement démenti à l’époque et n’aurait pas permis à un monument aussi important de laisser planer le doute… https://www.instagram.com/p/CQW3UxADdLo/?utm_medium=tumblr

#glq #freemasonic

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disillusioned41 · 5 years

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“This is the first time in the Citizens United-era that a dark money group was forced to disclose their donors in a certain time period,” said Jordan Libowitz, a spokesperson for nonprofit watchdog group Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington, referring to the 2010 Supreme Court case that wiped away previous restrictions on political spending.

Americans for Job Security had previously claimed it was not a political organization and therefore did not have to disclose its donors. But after years of litigation, CREW convinced the Federal Election Commission otherwise. AJS filed a list of its backers and beneficiaries from 2010 to 2012 on Thursday.

The biggest individual donor to the group appears to be Charles Schwab, the brokerage titan worth an estimated $7.8 billion. Over the span of three months in 2012, he donated nearly $9 million. Gap cofounder Doris Fisher—along with her sons Robert, John and William—gave another $9 million.

Some of the donors’ names have seeped out over the years. In 2013 a California state watchdog agency released a redacted donor list following an investigation conducted by the agency. That redacted list showed donors with mostly California addresses.

The new FEC filing shows billionaire donors from around the country. The late Republican megadonors Richard and Helen DeVos gave $1 million to the group in October 2012. Texas oil-and-gas billionaires Richard Kinder, Dan Wilks, Farris Wilks and late Houston Texans owner Robert McNair were also among the donors that year. Others include Dennis Washington of Montana, who got rich in mining and railroads, and Leon Black of New York, who cofounded private equity giant Apollo. WWE chief executive Vince McMahon donated, along with his wife Linda McMahon, who Donald Trump later appointed to his cabinet.

The companies of several billionaires are also on the list, including Wynn Resorts (Steve Wynn) and Bass Pro Shops (John Morris).

In a letter to the FEC, AJS president Stephen DeMaura said the list was pulled from bank records, spreadsheets and “other records,” noting that it probably included some duplicates. DeMaura could not be reached for comment.

#Forbes #michela tindera #us politics #obama #money in politics #billionaire class #capitalism #democracy #citizens for responsibility and ethics in washington

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Un nouvel article a été publié sur https://www.rollingstone.fr/freewheelin-zegut-episode-6-texas/

Freewheelin’ Zégut, épisode 6 : la traversée du Texas

La traversée du Texas n’est jamais exempte de surprises : Art déco, art baroque, art automobile. Tout y est. Et même plus.

Le Texas, depuis l’assassinat de John F. Kennedy le 22 novembre 1963 jusqu’au massacre d’El Paso le 3 août 2019, fait parler la poudre de manière tragique, hélas… Et c’est par le nord de l’état que la Route 66 traverse la contrée du Texas Blues et ses fiers représentants ZZ Top, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Albert Collins et autre Gary Clark Jr.

Frontalière de l’Oklahoma, Shamrock dans le comté de Wheeler au Texas, mérite un stop, surtout pour une image du très Art déco Tower Station & Motel U-Drop Inn Cafe construit en 1936. Restauré en 2000, l’édifice est devenu un bâtiment protégé.

Le Texan est fier de l’être, Texan, il porte une arme à la ceinture, il aime également relever des défis comme engloutir en moins d’une heure un steak de 2 kilos ! C’est un véritable sport au Big Texan Steak Ranch d’Amarillo, pendant qu’un couple hors d’âge passe autour des tables en jouant “Ring of Fire” de Johnny Cash et d’autres airs country qui sentent bon la meule de foin, des montagnes humaines coupent et dévorent d’énormes quartiers de bulls qui jusqu’à présent se promenaient tranquilles, les testicules bercés par la douce brise des plaines. Dans cet exercice hallucinant mais néanmoins un peu con, je retiens la performance gloutonne de Molly Schuyler, une mère de famille plutôt frêle dévorant en 2015 trois steaks de 72 oz, soit 6 kilos en 20 minutes !

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Toujours à Amarillo, arrêtez-vous au Cadillac Ranch, une sculpture monumentale créée en 1974 par Ant Farm, un collectif d’architectes (Chip Lord, Hudson Marquez et Doug Michels), et composée de dix épaves de Cadillac (modèles entre 1949 et 1963), plantées dans le sol. Cette œuvre hautement symbolique a été déplacée de quelques miles en raison de l’extension de la ville. Si vous avez une âme d’artiste laissez-vous aller, le graff est fortement recommandé.

Plus intime, moins connu, le VW Slug Bug Ranch à Panhandle. Pour tout passionné ou sympathisant de la Cox, arrêt obligatoire. Au pied d’un motel abandonné, des “Coccinelles” sont plantées dans le sol comme les “Cad’s” du Cadillac Ranch. Bombes de peinture et appareil photo obligatoires.

La Route 66 est repartie, des plaines sans fin, des milliers de têtes de bétail, pause à Adrian, le Midpoint parfait, 1 139 miles de Chicago, 1 139 miles de Los Angeles ! Sacré moment, tout le monde s’arrête pour s’immortaliser devant l’établissement, et surtout goûter à la tarte noix de pécan tout juste sortie du four par la patronne, une puuuure damnation !

Traverser une partie du Texas n’est pas sans risque si cinématographiquement vos souvenirs ne sont pas trop diaphanes, ont été tournés ici et là Alamo, Apollo 13, Massacre à la tronçonneuse, Paris-Texas, Phantom of the Paradise. Rouler, penser parfois, être dans un vrai road-movie, un rêve debout, il ne manque plus que la bande son, je vous laisse quelques pistes musicales afin de danser avec le vent. À la prochaine.

À écouter avec la playlist Rollin’ ByZegut, disponible ici et sur Soundsgood :

#byzegut #Francis Zégut #Midwest #texas #Zégut

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Will Solace Headcannons

— He speaks fluent Spanish. He’s from Texas and (about) 40% of the Texan population is hispanic so to say the least he’s pretty exposed to it and being the smart kid that he is I think he would recognize that it would help him as a doctor to know the language so he became fluent - with some help from kids at camp of course (mainly with pronunciation).

— He has severe anxiety and depression but he tries to hide/downplay it. At younger than sixteen years old he had to have his only two older siblings die and they were probably like father figures to him (tbh that pain in and of itself is enough to shatter someone). Then he had to hide his pain to be strong for his younger siblings. He is basically a trauma surgeon/battle medic - fully trained adults who have those jobs have trouble coping with them (battle medics can have some of the worst PTSD out there). Now add on the fact that he hasn’t even been to medical school and he’s not even sixteen yet. On top of that the people he’s treating are his close family and friends. Camp half blood is not a very large place my friends he would know everyone he’s ever treated from there. In the battle of Manhattan 40 demigods went in and 16 came out - that means that the large majority of those lives went through his hands at some point. Can you imagine having to try and save your dying best friend, brother, or sister.

— He’s got a very thick Texan accent. I know many southern people who have trained themselves out of their accents but tbh I don’t think he would. I think he would be loud and proud about it and he would take joy in showing not all southerners are bigots too.

—He’s gay and not bi or pan. This really is just a personal headcannon I have no real basis for it. If you want a half-assed one then Apollo is often associated with and the face of male homosexuality in ancient Greece.

—He’s actually really good in a fight. This kid has been at camp for years - that means a lot of training. I also think that he’s an amazing archer, like the best at camp but the psychological block of killing something (monster or not) gets in the way so he gained a reputation as a bad archer even though he hasn’t missed his target in years.

—Another personal headcannon with no real basis - he’s 6′3 and in terms of actual body size (and type) he’s between Jason and Frank - idk to me he’s just never been lanky. This could be grounded in all the training and just general eating well because he’s definitely a health freak but you know idk.

—Covered in freckles, tan all over (c’mon it’s his birthright boy would have no tan lines), and golden hair that shines/shimmers in the sun (its also kinda curly and kinda wavy).

— Will is no blushing virgin. We know he’s a year round camper and we also know that camp isn’t the best with adult super vision. He hasn’t has sex with that many people but definitely a few (it irks Nico a bit at first).

—He’s also really good in bed (experience and again just kind of birth right. His dad is one of the patron gods for male homosexuality and that obviously encompasses sex).

— eyes this color (they’re kinda opaque and kinda transparent and they get darker or lighter depending on the light - but no matter what they’re always bright and they make people double take).

— His healing nature spans to emotions as well. He’s kinda known as the camp therapist.

— He learns Italian for Nico and Chiara helps him lose his southern accent and gain an Italian one when speaking - specifically from Venice because he wants it to sound as natural to Nico as possible. (Nico cries when Will shows him that he’s fluent because our poor son of Hades just still isn’t used to being loved that much).

K that’s it but even though I have no followers if anyone wants more just ask (I can do different kinds and people too). Thanks! :)

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #hoo #pjo

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Fatal Flaw

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Tragedy/Family Characters: Apollo, Will Solace, Naomi Solace, Nico di Angelo

Every demigod had one, and every demigod had their trial where they had to face it head on and hope they had the strength to defeat it before it defeated them.

Day twenty-four of TOApril organised by @ferodactyl, “Injuries Beyond Healing”. There was no way I could possibly have made this prompt remotely happy. Just no way at all. Watch out for character death.

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The first sign something was wrong was when Will’s healing prayer reached him. Apollo immediately bolstered his son, not even bothering to check what he needed it for because he knew he could trust Will, but he didn’t miss the tinge of desperation in the prayer. That was unusual; even if someone was on the verge of death it was determination, not desperation, that his son felt right up until the moment it was too late. He was already starting to divide his essence so part of him could leave the concert he was performing and take a look at what was going on when the second sign arrived.

Apollo, get down here now. Will needs you!

Nico didn’t pray to him often, and when he did it was usually a formal affair. Apollo would complain about that if he didn’t know that the formality was a mark of respect – the son of Hades wasn’t formal with any other gods, not even his own father – because apparently he was one of the few gods Nico actually trusted (at least, Apollo hoped he did and wasn’t just pretending to appease Will). The short, sharp prayer that felt more like an order than anything else was enough to get his attention even before the subject matter registered, and then Apollo was splitting faster.

There had been no indication from Will that his physical presence was required, but considering his son’s penchant for putting everyone except himself first, Apollo was more inclined to trust Nico on the matter. His future son-in-law was a firm ally in making sure Will got what was best for him, and if Nico thought that Apollo’s presence was best right now, then that was what Apollo would do.

Now, where were they? He latched onto Will’s prayer like a homing beacon and blanched as he realised where it led at the same moment the next urgent line came from Nico.

It’s his mom.

Naomi? Apollo knew where Naomi lived – it wasn’t the same little apartment she’d been renting when he’d first met her, but it was the same little suburban house she’d raised Will in for the first seven years of his life with a fantastic recording studio taking up what was supposed to be the master bedroom – and Will’s prayer was originating from there, so with a single thought Apollo materialised inside the house.

The first thing he had eyes for was his son, on his knees next to a woman who had only gained beauty as she’d aged. Technically her hair was ‘dirty’ blond, but Apollo considered that a misnomer when he personally considered it a perfect fit for her Texan tan and blue-green eyes. Will’s looks obviously came from him, he wouldn’t even try to deny it, but there were enough similarities to his mother that no-one ever doubted he was her son.

Will was in tears, his entire body glowing golden as he poured everything he had and more into his mother’s limp body. Beside him, Nico was wincing as he tried and failed to pull his boyfriend back. Dark eyes caught sight of Apollo and the son of Hades shook his head.

The moment Apollo crashed to his knees next to his son, by the unmoving, bloodied form of a compassionate and incredibly talented young woman who should still have decades of life in her, he understood Nico’s reaction.

Naomi’s heart was still beating, a fact that Will was clearly clinging to as he sobbed out healing prayers and hymns, seemingly unaware that Apollo was next to him, and sealed up deep wounds. Bullet wounds, Apollo’s mind supplied automatically, and he let a sliver of his attention take in the state of the house itself – ransacked.

An armed robbery.

Will and Nico must have arrived too late to do anything about it; the culprits must have been long gone, and Naomi…

Her heart was still beating, but her chest wasn’t rising and her eyes were half-open and glassy. Thanatos had already been and gone; Will was keeping the shell alive through sheer willpower, but Naomi Solace, beautiful, amazing Naomi Solace was already gone.

Apollo wanted to rage and scream at the heavens. He knew his mortal lovers didn’t live forever, he knew that all too soon they’d be taken from him, he knew that his romantic relationship with Naomi, like so many romantic relationships with mortals, had ended with the birth of their son. (Their beautiful son, who had lost too much already and didn’t deserve this, to be too late to save the life of yet another important person.)

That didn’t make this fair, that didn’t make the fact that Naomi was gone too young and he hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye any better, and if Apollo was alone, he would have channelled his grief into something dramatic and likely destructive.

He wasn’t alone. He had two demigods with him, one of which had a far greater claim to Naomi than he ever could.

If Apollo didn’t know Will as well as he did, he would have stopped the flow of power into his son at that point. There was nothing more they could do for her, no way to bring her back from the dead. The Fates had cut her thread and not even Apollo could change that.

The need to heal everybody was Will’s fatal flaw. His compassion, his wish for everyone to live, was one of the reasons he was such a fantastic healer, but it was a vicious double-edged blade because it meant that he just wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop. Nico helped with that, as did Chiron and his siblings and friends, but as callous as it sounded, all those that had died under Will’s hands before had nothing on Naomi.

If Apollo pulled the plug on his power, Will would simply use his own, and when that ran out, drain his own life in exchange for a life that couldn’t come back. If he pulled the plug on his power, he’d kill his son.

He reached out, placing his hands on top of Will’s bloodied ones. His son jumped, wide blue eyes overflowing with tears meeting his own, and Apollo let his own tears fall in solidarity.

“Dad.” It was a sob, a plea, a helpless cry. Apollo felt his own heart shred under the onslaught of emotion from his son and his tears fell faster, blurring Will’s face. He didn’t look away, though. Couldn’t look away.

He squeezed Will’s hands gently, feeling them shake. His own were shaking, too. He couldn’t scream to the cosmos right now, but he could do his son the service of not hiding his own grief.

“She’s gone,” he said softly.

“N-no.” Blond waves moved vigorously as Will shook his head in firm denial. “Sh-she can’t. I can- You can- Dad!” he wailed. “Please.”

On his other side, Nico made a move as if to try and pull Will away, but Apollo halted him with a shake of his head. Will had to accept it, had to face his flaw at its most intense and defeat it, otherwise one day it would kill him. If he could face it with his mother, with Naomi, her loose waves of hair tangled in a way she’d never stand for if she was…

If she wasn’t dead.

If Will could face it, defeat it here, it could save his life later, and Apollo knew Naomi would find peace in her death if it meant saving their son from himself in the future. She was an amazing, heart-of-gold woman like that, even if parenthood had been a trial she hadn’t asked for (but Apollo couldn’t regret that, not when the result was Will, and he knew she’d felt the same, that she loved their son just as much as he did, even if they’d both fallen short of the mark when it came to being the parents he deserved).

“Will.” His son’s name rolled off his tongue like it was something fragile that needed to be treated with the utmost care.

The answering sobs got louder, more violent as Will’s entire body heaved with them, and Apollo had to fight the instinct to pull Will away, wrap him up in an embrace and cry together. He would, the two of them entwined together in a grief no-one else would quite understand, because Naomi meant something unique to them, the mother and lover, but it had to be after Will made the first move.

Will had to, no matter how cruel it felt, watching his son healing an empty body that couldn’t be revived. No matter how much Apollo understood, no matter how much he wanted to charge straight down to Thanatos and demand her soul back.

The balance of life and death didn’t work that way, and Apollo knew that if he tried, it would be Will who paid the price. Will, who didn’t deserve any of this, who was breaking in front of Apollo’s eyes but couldn’t be put back together until he took the first step.

“We can’t bring her back,” he whispered, pain lacing through his voice because this was the worst time to put up the barriers he usually hid behind. “We can’t.”

“You’re a god,” Will gasped wetly. His hands spasmed beneath Apollo’s. “You- you’re a god. Why-” He broke off, choking on his own tears as Apollo let his words sink into his essence with all the sting he knew Will didn’t mean.

“Even gods are powerless sometimes,” he admitted, the words interrupted by sobs of his own. Faces swam in his mind, Naomi at the front but others, so many others, so many painful others surrounding her. Lovers, children… If Apollo had his way, he would have saved every single one of them, but the Fates always, always decreed otherwise. “I’ve never been able to save everyone.”

Will knew that, on a logical level. Apollo knew he did – it was in the stories about him, those same stories recorded in the books his son kept and used to introduce his younger siblings to the concept of him as a father when they arrived at camp – but he also knew that logic and emotion were two very, very different things. Glassy blue eyes – wet glassy, not the dead-glassy of Naomi’s where her body lay on the floor of her own entryway – widened, and then Will was shaking his head again, denial broadcasting from his actions. “No,” he choked. “No, no, no.”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Not entirely. Apollo lifted his hands from Will’s and cradled his son’s face gently in his palms, stilling his head and coaxing him into looking at him. “She’s gone, Will.” His voice cracked on the second word and he felt a fresh wave of hot tears spill from his eyes. “We-” He broke off, a lump in his throat making it almost impossible to speak, but he swallowed around it because he had to talk, had to get Will to understand. “We have to let her go.”

He didn’t want to. Olympus, he didn’t want to. He wanted to gather her broken body in his arms and sing until his throat was raw as though it were mortal once more, until her soul heard him and journeyed back to where it belonged, but he couldn’t and he wanted to scream. He couldn’t do that, either. Not here, not with demigods he’d almost certainly inadvertently kill in the process.

Will was still channelling his power. The wounds had all but sealed shut, which would no doubt thoroughly confuse the mortal coroner, but the blood was still there and Will’s head was a little too heavy in Apollo’s palms. It wouldn’t kill him, not while Apollo was right there to ensure he survived, but the healing, the situation, the grief was taking its toll. “Will,” he begged, leaning forwards until their foreheads touched. “I can’t lose you, too.”

He thought, he feared, that Will couldn’t do it, that his fatal flaw was too big a hurdle for him to overcome, that this was one step too far for his kind-hearted, compassionate son. That Will was about to shatter for good, irreparable even against the administrations of a god and time.

Then he felt his power stutter and stop, saw hands shaking so much the afterimages made it seem like Will had more fingers than he ought to as his son’s glow faded away to nothing and they oh so slowly pulled back. Will crumpled and Apollo was there in an instant, wrapping his son up in his arms and guiding them until Will couldn’t see Naomi’s body.

“I’m so, so sorry,” he rasped hoarsely as he buried his face in blond waves, sobbing into Will’s hair as small, weak fingers bunched up the front of the chiton he was wearing – he hadn’t thought to change it from the one he was wearing for the concert, he realised in a detached sort of way – and the hollow of his throat flooded with his son’s tears. “I’m sorry we can’t save everyone, I’m sorry it’s always the ones that mean the most, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Will was shaking like a leaf, a vibrato throughout his entire body and Apollo held him as tightly as he dared. In his periphery he could see Nico moving around, kneeling by Naomi with drachma in hand and an innate knowledge of funerary rights in his head, and wished he had the mental capacity to thank him for doing what neither he nor Will were in any state to do.

“Why?” The broken word vibrated against Apollo’s skin, felt more than heard. “Why Mom?”

Because she was mortal, and all mortals would die one day, Apollo didn’t say because that was an answer but it wasn’t the answer. “I don’t know,” he whispered instead, because he didn’t know why she had to be attacked and murdered in her own home, he didn’t know why Will had to be seconds too late to save her, he didn’t know what the Solaces had done to deserve such a tragedy (nothing, they’d done nothing because they were both so, so amazing and Apollo hated that Naomi’s life had come to such an abrupt end). He sobbed harder, his breath hitching as he cradled his beautiful, breaking son in his arms and did his best to hold him together so Will didn’t have to. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “But I’m so, so sorry.”

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Volume 7- La Noire

Pour les derniers incrédules mesurant encore mal la part prise par le Gospel et les musiques d’inspiration religieuse dans la construction du rhythm and blues et de la Soul, nous ne pouvons que conseiller l’écoute attentive de cet ultime volume de La Noire, nouvelle exploration en terre sacrée et mise en lumière plus que bienvenue de quelques trésors inévitablement oubliés. Le sujet ayant déjà été abordé à l’occasion du volume 4, nul mieux que le Reverend Cleophus Robinson, présent dans les deux cas, pour faire lien et trait d’union. Personnage central de la prêche enflammée et de la musique sacrée, il eut, plus de vingt ans durant, un show TV tout à la gloire de Dieu, Mort en 98 à St Louis, Missouri, il laisse une discographie particulièrement conséquente. Le privilège d’ouvrir cet album lui revenait de droit. C’est chose faite avec ‘Shout, Shout’, superbe face B de 1969 sur l’inévitable label texan Peacock, qui, du gospel, s’était fait une spécialité ! Avec ‘ Straight Road’ de Sister Josephine James, titre d’Octobre 1962, nous ne quittons ni label, Peacock encore et toujours, ni famille puisque Miss James n’est nulle autre que la sœur de Cleophus Robinson, tous deux ayant de qui tenir, puisque Lilly, leur propre mère, s’était aussi bâtie une belle réputation comme chanteuse au service du seigneur. Si l’on ne sait pas grand-chose des Singing Sons, on connait mieux l’histoire de Nashboro, maison fondé en 1951 par Ernie Lafayette Young, alors propriétaire d’un magasin de disques et spécialisé, de surcroit, dans les placements de juke-box autour de Nashville et sa région. L’année suivante, il s’associera au bien plus fameux label Excello et à l’ambigu producteur Louisianais JD Miller. Nashboro laisse à la postérité un remarquable catalogue de chansons gospel, pour la plupart enregistrées de rudimentaire façon dans les locaux même du magasin. L’envoutant ‘I Need Your Power’ paru en 1960 et face B de ‘Throw Your Arms Around Me’, n’en a que plus de force ! Auteurs du trépidant ‘ I Made It Over At Last’, édité par Federal en 1960, les Kelly Brothers se sont formés à la fin des années 40 à Chicago, trois frères (Andrew, Robert et Curtis) vite rejoint par Offee Reese, originaire, comme eux, du Mississippi. La dernière recrue sera Charles T.C. Lee, voix de tête sur beaucoup de leurs enregistrements, celui-ci en particulier. Devenu depuis ministre du culte dans l’Illinois. Conversion logique pour quelqu’un ayant également chanté les louanges du très-haut pour des labels comme Nashboro, King, Sims ou Vee-Jay ! Si, en terme de notoriété, Tat’s est loin d’avoir l’impact des marques précités, il en aurait fallu bien plus pour éteindre la ferveur qui anime ce magnifique ‘ Yes He Did’, datant probablement des années 60 et traversé de chœurs bouillants et de claquements de mains restituant au plus près l’élan passionnel des messes sudistes, titre signé et chanté par Sylvia Spurling, accompagné là de L. Thorson, deux artistes aussi mystérieux l’un que l’autre. On en sait heureusement davantage à propos d’Evelyn Gay and the Gay Sisters, famille installée à Chicago juste après la 1ere guerre mondiale mais originaire de Georgie. Fanny, la mère, dirige un chœur dans une église pentecôtiste et aura une influence déterminante sur la carrière de ses filles. Qui les conduira de New York jusqu’à Los Angeles, enregistrant pour Savoy ou Decca, mais également pour le compte de maisons plus modestes comme B and F, petite structure basée à Chicago et chargée, en 1961, de distribuer au mieux ‘ On My Way to Heaven’, cette très belle aspiration à gagner le paradis ! Si ‘Shadrack’, des Larks semblera familier à beaucoup d’auditeurs, c’est d’abord, et avant tout, parce que c’est un gospel devenu intemporel. Ecrit dans les années 30, et beaucoup repris depuis. Louis Armstrong, en particulier, s’y est essayé. Ajoutons que l’entrain de sa ligne mélodique en rappelle d’autres, le célèbre ‘Jericho’, par exemple. Ou, plus près de nous, ‘ Hit The Road, Jack’, cross over gagnant de Ray Charles, dont la structure rythmique semble lui devoir un petit peu. Truffé de références bibliques, c’est un véhicule idéal pour ces Larks au chant voluptueux. L’un d’eux, Allen Bunn, rebaptisé Tarheel Slim, sera plus tard responsable de quelques incendiaires rhythm and blues, à commencer par le fougueux ‘Train Number 9 ‘, indubitablement son fait d’armes le mieux reconnu. Mis en boite en 1950 pour le label Apollo, mais paru deux ans plus tard, ‘ Shadrack’ est l’un des dix-sept titres que ces princes du doo-wop enregistrèrent en une seule journée, le 5 octobre, pour quatre labels différents, changeant de patronyme à chaque nouvelle session. Un record du genre ! Pour débuter la face B, Doghouse n’a pas fait les choses à moitié en nous proposant ‘ Wake Me, Shake Me’, poignante imploration, datée de Novembre 62 et œuvre de Brother Joe May, là encore grand nom de la musique d’inspiration religieuse, né dans le Mississippi avant qu’à l’age adulte, il ne rejoigne East St Louis, dans l’Illinois. Où lui et sa femme travaillaient dans l’industrie pétrochimique. Chanteur à la renommée grandissante, suite à un concert donné à Los Angeles, Il obtiendra un contrat avec le label Specialty, qu’il quittera en 58 pour rejoindre le déjà mentionné Nashboro. On a souvent dit de lui qu’il était l’une des influences majeures de Little Richard, ce que ‘ Wake Me, Shake Me’ ne démentira pas.

Peacock a beau être une enseigne bien établie, on ne sait pas grand-chose pour autant des très oubliés Hardeman Singers, ensemble de Dallas, Texas, qui enregistra pourtant une demi-douzaine de simples pour le label, inclus ce remarquable ‘Living In a New World’, paru en cours d’été 64. Avec Prince Dixon et cet arrangement hardi du traditionnel ‘ Going Home’, on sent nettement - nous sommes en 1972 - l’influence du funk psychédélique, en particulier dans le son de guitare retravaillé à la wha-wha. Ce 45t est par ailleurs l’une des dernières productions du label Gospel Corner, petite entreprise bientôt absorbée par le plus important Kent Gospel Records. Gospel Corner avait été lancé en 64 par Brother Henderson, lui-même ancien chanteur de Rhythm & blues, et très actif entre 45 et 55 sous le nom de Duke Henderson. Avant qu’il n’abandonne le païen pour de plus louable gesticulations. Grande voix féminine du gospel, Bessie Griffin est née à la Nouvelle Orléans en 1922, transitant ensuite par Chicago avant de s’installer à Los Angeles où, dès 1956, elle sera signée par Specialty, délivrant au mois de novembre de cette même année le fervent ‘Whosoever Will’, qui souligne que les récurrentes comparaisons avec Mahalia Jackson ne devaient rien au hasard. Emportée par un cancer, Bessie Griffin est morte en 1989 et repose depuis au cimetière de Glendale, en Californie. Elle fut également membre, un temps, des Caravans, ensemble emblématique originaire de Chicago, dont la version du classique ‘Wade in the Water’ est le morceau suivant. Caravans dont la carrière démarre en 1947 et qui se produisaient encore en 2008. Usant pas loin d’une quarantaine de pensionnaires après être passés par une quinzaine de labels différents. Leur ‘ Wade in the Water’ diffusé aux bons soins de Gospel Records remonte à 1966, où le groupe, artistiquement parlant, est à son apogée. Malgré un timbre de voix remarquable et une dévotion jamais prise en défaut, Jean Austin n’a pas laissé grand-chose à la postérité, outre ce troublant ‘ Don’ t Have to Worry’ datant vraisemblablement de la fin des années 60, on lui connait seulement un autre simple, édité en 72, et un album, « The Soul of Jean Austin », toujours sur le label Song Bird, filiale de Peacock à Houston, actif une bonne décennie durant avant que de contractuelles raisons ne mettent fin à son activité majeure. Nous évoquons plus haut l’interaction possible entre ‘Shadrack’ et un titre de Ray Charles, là, c’est l’introduction de ‘Stand the Storm’ qui soulève semblable interrogation, renvoyant implicitement à ‘ I Believe To My Soul’ du même Genius, mais le titre de Ray Charles étant antérieur, il n’est pas interdit de penser que c’est lui ,ici, qui servit de modèle à ce morceau des Gospel Clefs, enregistré en 1962. Sur le label Savoy, en la circonstance. Au demeurant, excellent témoignage de la force de cet ensemble du New Jersey qui se produisit de la fin des années 50 jusqu’à 1967, toujours amené par l’immuable Leon Lumpkins. Point final plein d’éloquence à ce voyage en terre gospel. Où sceptiques et agnostiques sont aussi les bienvenus. 14 étapes et rien d’un chemin de croix !

Alain Feydri

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