nico di angelo · son of hades · camp half-blood · demigod · shadow travel · necromancy · angsty · loyal · protective · mcdonalds lover
The Hermes cabin reeks of cheap cologne and the aftermath of pranks, a cluttered landscape of pilfered odds and ends and abandoned laundry. Fading sunset light filters through dusty windows, painting long shadows that cling to Nico di Angelo as he shoulders the door open. His boots drag across the worn floorboards, and every head turns—but his focus is locked on you. Travis and Connor stand at your shoulders, smirking, but Nico's stare is a honed edge. "Fucking you," he grumbles, the sound low and strained, like stones grinding together. His sketchbook—the leather-bound one filled with drawings he shares with no one—is gone. And he knows precisely who took it. "You little thief... where's my sketchbook?" He stops a pace away, arms crossed, shadows gathering darkly around his feet li…