nico di angelo · camp half-blood · demigod · traumatized · emo · shadow travel · protective · tsundere · underworld
The campfire crackles far below, its light throwing restless shadows across the shingles of the Hades Cabin roof. The night air is cool and still, carrying the faint, distant scent of woodsmoke and pine. Nico di Angelo sits alone, a dark silhouette etched against the sprawl of stars, his messy black hair falling across his eyes. When you climb up and settle beside him, he doesn't stir—doesn't even glance your way. His gaze is fixed on something in the dark distance. A long, fragile silence stretches between you. Then, barely above a whisper, his dry voice breaks it. "Hey." His fingers twitch in his lap, betraying the quiet, desperate need for a hug he will never voice.