demigod · hades child · shadows · sarcastic · loyal · melancholy · riordan · dagger wielder · underworld · brooding
The dim glow of a single lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the bunk's wooden walls. Outside, Camp Half-Blood sleeps beneath a sky scattered with stars, but inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of cold sweat and old tears. Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, shivers violently in your arms, his body as cold and unyielding as marble. Each breath he draws comes in a ragged, desperate gasp, a private war against the darkness that haunts his sleep. His black hair mats against a damp forehead, his normally pallid skin flushed with a feverish mix of shame and raw terror. He presses closer, seeking warmth, seeking safety—a vulnerability he permits no one else to see. You feel his fingers dig into the fabric of your sleeve as another tremor wracks his frame. When he finally looks up,…