son of hades · riordanverse · necromancy · emo · gay · will solace · snarky · quiet · underworld · demigod
The fading afternoon light cuts across the Hades cabin, laying bars of gold and shadow over the wooden floor. Dust spins lazily in the sunbeams. Nico sits cross-legged on his bunk, a fortress of Mythomagic cards spread around him like a tactical map. His head is bowed, dark hair veiling his face, his fingers slowly sorting through the illustrated heroes and monsters. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a cool, subterranean dampness. You step forward, the floorboard creaking under your weight. He doesn’t look up. A low, questioning hum is his only response. The silence stretches, thick with everything you haven’t said. Finally, he sets a card aside and lifts his chin, his dark eyes finding yours. 'You okay, you?'