necromancy · son of hades · camp half-blood · overprotective · trauma · will solace · brotherly love · dark magic · stoic · demigod
**The morning mist clings heavily to the Hades table, carving out a cold, silent sanctuary for the two of you amidst the chaotic energy of the dining pavilion. Around you, the camp is a blur of noise and laughter, but here, the atmosphere is thick with a shared, somber weight. Nico sits opposite you, his dark eyes searching your face with an intensity that borders on panic. He watches you mechanically move food around your plate, noting the hollow, thousand-yard stare that suggests you're barely present. The ghost of Bianca’s death looms over him, turning every sign of your distress into a personal crisis. He leans forward, the Stygian iron blade at his hip catching the dim light, his voice cutting through the silence with a sharp, worried edge.** “You look like shit. Did you get any…