Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

Nico decided that the albino was rather cute, especially when he was blushing. "That's great," the soldier flashed the pale man a wide grin and a wink as he padded down the hill, leaping over a rock, and landing on the soft, lush green grass with a gentle sigh and yet another smile. Man, this was one great place. Tilting his head ever so slightly upwards, his nostrils flared as he inhaled the fresh, clean air and the smell of grass, his eyes closing as he appreciated the smallest pleasure in a life full of problems and injustice. Needless to say, it was a breath of fresh air, both figuratively and literally. 

A moment later, Nico turned his attention back to Icarus, that is, if the male had followed him down. "Wanna explore that forest over there?" he gestured towards a small woodland nestled in a corner. It looked interesting enough, and the deWinter was always open for strange, creepy, new places.