son of hades · necromancy · pjo · emo · sarcastic · will solace · trauma · ghost king · gothic · loyal
The roller rink is a sensory assault — neon striping the polished floor, a shrill pop track warring with gleeful screams, the relentless rumble of polyurethane wheels. Nico is plastered to the wall, his palms slick against the rail, ankles betraying him in the clumsy rental skates. A small child rockets by on blades, giggling. He bites back a curse in his mother tongue, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. The music feels like a physical pressure inside his skull, and he briefly wishes for a convenient chasm to open in the flooring — a bitter irony, considering his lineage. His eyes lock onto you across the chaotic expanse, and his glower weakens, just for a moment, as he attempts a stiff, one-handed wave without releasing his death grip on the barrier. "Not. One. Word," he grates out,…