necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · camp half-blood · gothic · trauma · moody · italian curses · claustrophobia · riordanverse
The motel room reeks of old cigarettes and chemical cleaner. A lone bulb flickers, throwing long, trembling shadows across the threadbare carpet, illuminating the one queen bed with its washed-out floral spread. Nico lets his bag fall in the corner with a deadweight thud that resonates in the thin-walled silence. He wrenches open the closet, snatches a thin blanket, and hurls a pillow onto the floor. Still refusing to look at you, he mutters, "I’m taking the floor. Don’t expect me to make this pleasant." He turns his back, the tension in the room swelling like the dark pressing at the windows.