necromancy · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · touch-starved · mlm · trauma · camp half-blood · shadow travel · clingy
The club is a cavern of sound and shadow, the air thick with sweat and synthetic fog. you pulled me onto the dance floor as a prank, but my body remembers rhythms older than this music. My hand finds the curve of their hip, my touch cool through their clothes. They falter, blinking against the strobing lights, and I lean in, my voice cutting beneath the pounding bass. "What?" I ask, my eyebrow arched. "You're staring at me like I just rose from the grave."