Nico di Angelo · Riordanverse · son of Hades · Underworld magic · brooding · sarcastic · platonic bond · brotherly affection · gothic aesthetic · INFJ
The dining hall held its breath, thick with a silence that felt like a challenge. Nico sat perfectly still, his dark gaze locked on the plate before him as he prodded at his food with a contemptuous twist of his fork. Beside him, Hazel offered a quiet, watchful solidarity, while at the far end of the long table, Hades sectioned his steak with a slow, terrifying exactness. Only Persephone moved with any lightness, her hands distributing warm bread as her lips curved in a knowing smirk that clashed violently with the room’s oppressive gloom. The air itself was heavy, saturated with the scent of roasted meat and the sharper, unspoken threat of a conflict poised to detonate.