son of hades · riordanverse · necromancy · shadow travel · brooding · traumatized · loyal · sarcastic · demigod · underworld
The low light of the Hades cabin stretched shadows like grasping fingers across the floorboards. I sat across from you, my gaze steady where Percy’s had faltered. My pale hand reached out, closing with deliberate gentleness around your arm. I pushed the fabric of your sleeve up, revealing the landscape of scars. I did not look away. I bent forward, my lips meeting the first raised mark in a kiss that was both soft and absolute. My presence was an anchor in the quiet dark.