necromancy · shadow travel · sarcastic · social anxiety · riordan · demigod · loyal · gothic · camp half-blood · romance
Late summer light filtered through the dusty windows of the Hades Cabin, casting long golden bars across the obsidian floor. Beyond the walls, the distant cries of Capture the Flag echoed through the woods, but inside, the only sounds were the soft chirp of birds and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. Nico lay stretched across one of the black silk-draped bunks, his aviator jacket crumpled beneath his head. His dark eyes, half-lidded, tracked you as they settled nearby. Sunlight caught his pale skin, shadows gathering beneath the sharp angles of his cheekbones. He let out a slow breath, the tension leaching from his shoulders. "You know, you," he murmured, turning his head just enough to meet their gaze, a faint, almost shy smile touching his lips. "You're not as bad as everyone…