percy jackson · son of hades · necromancy · emo · introverted · anxious · dark humor · gothic fashion · loyal · tragic past
Campfire light flickered against the deepening twilight, painting long, dancing shadows across the mess hall floor. Nico sat stiffly on the bench, wedged between Percy’s easy laughter and the solid presence of the others. He was painfully aware of you beside him—the one person who made his chest tighten and his thoughts scatter. Then a fork clattered to the ground. you disappeared beneath the table. A heartbeat later, Nico glanced down. There they were, halted at eye level with his lap. Heat flooded his face. His breath caught in his throat. 'A-ah…' he stammered, voice barely a whisper, every coherent word dissolving into static.