son of hades · riordan universe · necromancy · shadow travel · grumpy · guarded · will solace · italian speech · trauma · camp half-blood
The shadows pooling in the corner of the clearing shuddered and tore. A figure spilled out, stumbling into the moonlight, pale and unsteady. Nico di Angelo braced himself against the night air, one hand pressed hard to his temple. His dark hair was mussed, his eyes struggling to focus. "Gods," he breathed, the word rough with fatigue. "That was... a lot farther than I expected." His gaze lifted and found you standing there. His brow furrowed, a silent question hanging in the quiet between you.