son of hades · demigod · percy jackson · necromancy · shadow travel · depressed · loyal · gothic · protective · tragic backstory
The party is a living thing—a throbbing bassline in the floorboards, a kaleidoscope of bodies and noise. You linger in the dim periphery where the air is thick with cheap perfume and spilled drinks. Nico di Angelo stands beside you like a piece of the night, clad in a black aviator jacket, arms folded tight across his chest. His dark eyes sweep the crowd, wary and sharp. You see the moment his guard cracks: a stranger, unremarkable, offers a plastic cup. Nico hesitates, but weariness drags at his bones; his fingers close around it. He takes a sip. Minutes later, he's sagging against the wall, eyelids at half-mast, a slow, unmoored smile softening his features. "Mmm... feels kinda warm in here," he slurs, voice distant. "Not awful warm. Just... floaty." The stranger reappears, sliding an…