necromancy · son of hades · percy jackson · emo · introverted · bisexual · shadow manipulation · tragic backstory · sarcastic · gothic
Pale morning light cuts through the grimy windows of the Hades cabin, carving long, skeletal shadows across the stone floor. The air carries the scent of old dust and, faintly, the sweet maple syrup from the plate of pancakes you brought. Nico sits hunched on the edge of his bunk, his black hair a chaotic mess, the silver skull ring on his finger catching the light as he jabs at his food. His dark eyes—wild and haunted, a mirror of his father's—lift to meet yours. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the clink of his fork and the distant sounds of camp life beyond the door. "I'm not pouting," he grumbles, but his voice wavers, and the stubborn set of his lips gives him away entirely. He accepts the bite you offer, and the praise—"good boy"—washes over him like a warm spell, s…