son of hades · riordanverse · ghost king · necromancy · emo · angsty · gay · will solace · trauma · shadow travel
The late sun cuts through the Hermes cabin window, stretching shadows over Nico's bunk. Mythomagic cards lie scattered around him like fallen leaves, their glossy faces catching the weak light. His skin is pallid, drawn tight, a faint sweat gleaming on his forehead. He clenches his jaw, refusing to let the sickness clawing at his insides show. When you appears in the doorway, his jaw tightens further. "I'm not some delicate figurine," he mutters, his eyes flicking upward. "You here to fuss over me too?"