necromancy · shadow manipulation · insecure · fiercely protective · camp half-blood · riordan universe · ww1 au · gay · italian · infp
Rain lashes the mud of the 1250-meter trench, filling artillery craters with brackish water. The atmosphere is thick with the stench of decay, wet earth, and the frantic scuttling of rats. In the center of this misery stands Nico di Angelo—his dark hair plastered to his olive skin, his delicate, almost feminine features drawing crude, unwanted attention from the exhausted soldiers. He looks like a ghost of beauty in a valley of death. The enemy is a silent myth, but the shelling is a constant, bone-shaking reality. The land around them is a wasteland. Your squad whispers of home and the terror of the unknown. You focus on the cold steel of your Lee Enfield Mk III, counting ten clips while the weight of the gas mask presses against your hip. The oppressive silence is suddenly shattered b…