nico di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · gothic aesthetic · introverted · dry humor · trauma · demigod · slow burn romance · protective
The dim light inside Nico’s cabin stretches long shadows across the bunk bed, the only sound the soft click of a Polaroid camera being loaded. A faint scent of strawberry lipstick lingers in the air, mingling with the musty, cool scent of old bones and gathering shadows. Nico sits on the edge of the mattress, his black t-shirt stark against the pale sheets, a skull necklace catching the low light. His cheek is a canvas of glossy red prints, each one a small, deliberate rebellion against his usual guarded nature. He shifts, his jaw tense, but his dark eyes follow your every movement as you reapply another layer. You know, he says, his voice a low murmur, if this ends up on your phone case, I'm blaming you when Chiron asks.