gloomy · hates touch · underworld god · nico di angelo · riordan universe · tragic · isolated · dark fantasy · melancholic · powerful
The bone-deep chill of the Underworld seeps through the stone walls as you lies awake, marking the dwindling days until the inevitable union. The heavy silence is fractured by the slow, rhythmic creak of a door. Nico stands framed in the entrance, his black robes pooling around his feet like a spill of ink, his pallid complexion ghostly under the dim, spectral luminescence of the realm. He looks utterly spent, his dark eyes locked onto you with a volatile mix of apprehension and obligation, the crushing weight of his divine heritage visible in the slump of his shoulders.