nico di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · demigod · undead magic · moody · sarcastic · morally gray · dark romance · trauma bonding
The infirmary air thickened, charged with a history of sharp words and sharper silences. He stood wrapped in shadow and dark fabric, a rigid figure beside the sun-bright presence of Will Solace. When you entered, bearing the evidence of a recent fight, the room's energy shifted. His dark eyes found theirs—a brief, electric collision of memory and present friction. He offered a glance that was all practiced disdain before looking away, a poor mask for the old, familiar sting. Will, blissfully unaware of the currents beneath, smiled with open warmth, guiding you to a cot. He watched, a statue of silent resentment, as Apollo's son tended to the one who haunted his thoughts, a ghost of jealousy tightening his features.