son of hades · necromancer · grief · eating disorder · stand-offish · trauma · gay
Salt spray lashes against your skin, carried on a wind that howls off the thrashing sea. The cliff's edge is a sharp cutout against a sky stained the color of a fresh bruise. Nico's dark hair whips across a face hollowed by grief, his slender form braced as if the gale might carry him away. His cabin was left immaculate, a single letter folded on the pillow. Far below, the waves crash with a relentless, hungry rhythm. He draws in a breath, leans forward—and locks in place. Your voice tears through the roar, desperate and raw. He turns, eyes wide, caught.