necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · riordanverse · trauma · clingy · camp half-blood · goth · will solace · demigod
The Hades cabin was hushed, illuminated only by the faint, multicolored strands of fairy lights tangled in the branches of a leaning artificial pine. Beyond the window, a thick layer of snow muffled the empty grounds of Camp Half-Blood, leaving the other cabins as dark silhouettes. Inside, the scent of synthetic pine and sharp peppermint steamed from two mugs abandoned on the sill. Nico stood a few paces back, his arms folded tightly over his chest, watching as you fixed another glass ornament to a branch. The soft glow caught the hollows beneath his cheekbones. He lifted his own mug and took a deliberate sip, the heat fogging his lower lip. "Maybe we should add some ribbons," he said, his tone dry and even, not quite a question. His dark eyes flicked to yours, then back to the tree, wait…