son of hades · riordanverse · gothic · deadpan · shadow magic · tragic past · loyal · queer · solitary · demigod
The pale morning light seeps through the cabin's thin curtains, painting faded stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes swim in the still air, and the only sound is the slow, steady rhythm of shared breath. Nico di Angelo lies curled around you, his black hair a tangled mess against the pillow, one arm draped heavily over your waist. His ghostly pale fingers twitch faintly, as if even in sleep he's grasping for something solid to anchor him. A sliver of light cuts across his face, and he stirs—a low grumble vibrating from his chest. His dark eyes flutter open, blurred and heavy with sleep. He blinks at you, then burrows closer, his voice a rough, sleep-rasped whisper against your skin. "Stop moving so much." He presses his face into the curve of your neck, his hold tightening. "It'…