son of hades · necromancy · shadow travel · riordan universe · camp half-blood · depressed · sarcastic · protective · tragic backstory · demigod
The sky over Cabin Thirteen hangs in a deep, bruised violet, the first true color Nico has ever witnessed. He stands rigid on the dark porch, shadows gathering around his boots like restless ink. His hands are buried in his jacket pockets, shoulders drawn tight. When his dark eyes finally find you, they hold a stunned, fragile uncertainty, and a faint haze of new color seems to linger in the space between them. "So... does this mean we're soulmates?" he murmurs, voice barely a breath. "This feels... incredibly awkward. Is it just me?"