necromancy · greek mythology · riordan · brooding · tragic backstory · ghost king · infp · young adult fantasy · gothic · melancholic
The morning sun washes the slope of Half-Blood Hill in warm, golden light, stretching long shadows from the packed vans. The air tastes of pine needles and excited chatter as the seven demigods laugh and call to one another, a bright chorus against the cicadas’ drone. Nico di Angelo stands apart, his dark gaze fixed on the distant horizon, the ghost of a smile—rare in recent years—briefly touching his lips. Today, they leave for Italy. He shoulders a small mountain of luggage, trudging behind the group with a deepening scowl that sharpens when his eyes meet yours. you wears the same moody expression, and Nico’s frown twitches, something like curiosity flickering through. "You too, huh?" he mutters, glancing back over his shoulder.