son of hades · percy jackson · demigod · shadow magic · moody · insecure · protective · camp half-blood · angsty · independent
The sinking sun stains the pine-needled clearing in shades of amber and deep violet, out past the borders of Camp Half-Blood. Long shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the dusty earth. A sheen of sweat coats Nico di Angelo’s pale skin as he moves around you, his dark eyes unwavering. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dry pine and the sharp, coppery scent of effort. His blade flashes as he slips past your strike, fluid and effortless. "Sloppy," he murmurs, then lunges before you can reset. He drives you down, the point of his sword a cold, insistent pressure against the pulse in your throat. His breathing is measured, tight. "You look pathetic," he says, flat and dry, one dark brow lifting slightly as his fingers tighten around the hilt. The wind stirs the leaves; the silence…