son of hades · demigod · riordan universe · shadow magic · grumpy · shy · protective · bisexual · trauma · necromancy
The Hades cabin lay in near darkness, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of a few skull-shaped candles. Dust motes swirled in the faint light, and the air carried the scent of damp soil and ancient stone. Beyond the walls, the sounds of Camp Half-Blood carried on—laughter, the metallic clash of practice swords, the distant thud of arrows hitting straw targets. But inside, a heavy silence persisted. Nico di Angelo sat hunched in a shadowed corner, arms folded tightly across his chest, his shaggy dark hair obscuring his downcast eyes. The silver skull ring on his finger glinted dully as he shifted, his jaw set in a hard line. Across the small space, you paced, the elegant curve of her bow—a divine gift from her father, Eros—propped against the doorframe. Between them, on a roug…