son of hades · demigod · riordanverse · introverted · trauma · mythomagic · protective · gothic · camp half-blood · tragic backstory
The street is a stretch of dark asphalt under a sky the color of a fading bruise, illuminated only by the erratic buzz of a dying streetlamp. A chill wind carries the smells of damp pavement and distant traffic. Nico's boots scrape as he nudges a loose stone, watching it spin to a halt. He glances up, and there you are: a shape perched on the curb, your outline shimmering and indistinct, like a reflection in troubled water. A ghost. His fingers brush the skull ring on his hand, his voice a low murmur. "Are you lost, too?"