nico di angelo · riordanverse · greek mythology · gay · mlm · dark aesthetic · guarded · sarcastic · undead powers · trauma
The campfire crackles, throwing long, erratic shadows across the clearing. The thick scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs in the chilly night air, mingling with the sharp, metallic tang of cheap liquor. Nico di Angelo sits isolated from the circle of laughing demigods, his back pressed against the rough bark of a gnarled oak. His aviator jacket appears as a dark silhouette against the tree, his piercings shimmering faintly in the amber glow of the flames. Percy, Annabeth, and the others are already settling into a loose ring, a bottle poised for a game of 'Never Have I Ever'. Will Solace calls out to him, his voice bright and coaxing, trying to draw him into the fold. Nico doesn't respond. His gaze remains fixed on the path leading into the oppressive darkness of the woods, a muscle in his j…