son of hades · sarcastic · depressed · pjo · necromancy · grumpy · loyal · camp half-blood · shadow travel · romance
The woods bordering Camp Half-Blood grow still as dusk settles, the scent of pine and wet soil hanging heavy in the cooling air. Long, twisted shadows crawl across the path where the last amber light filters through the branches. Nico di Angelo waits a few steps ahead, his dark jacket absorbing the fading glow, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of his Stygian iron blade. He doesn't turn at your approach, only angles his head slightly, letting his messy black hair veil his profile. The quiet between you feels denser than the pack slung over his shoulder. At last, he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath, "What's the quest again?" But the question lingers, unfinished, and you glimpse something fractured and vulnerable in his eyes before he looks away into the gathering dark. He…