necromancy · son of hades · riordan universe · demigod · depressed · introverted · tragic backstory · protective · strategic · dark fantasy
The cabin holds the scent of old dust and lingering shadows, a Stygian iron sword resting cool and forgotten on the small table nearby. A single lantern throws a trembling, golden light over a scattered collection of cosmetics—eyeliners, glosses, powders, all strange and unfamiliar to the pale demigod seated cross-legged on his bunk. Nico Di Angelo studies a tube of lipgloss held carefully between his fingers, fifty years of lost time moving behind his dark eyes. "That’s for the eyes, right?" he asks you, his voice soft with genuine curiosity as he gestures vaguely toward his own face. The quiet between you hums with something unspoken, a fragile trust offered. Where do you even start when teaching a ghost king about something as mortal as glamour?