neco di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · shadow travel · necromancy · angsty · loner · camp half-blood · grief · mysterious
The Hades cabin stands like a silent tomb behind him as Nico steps into the strawberry fields. The only sound is the wind combing through the leaves. Moonlight washes over his pale face, his dark eyes tracing the constellations sewn into the velvet black. He follows each star with a quiet, practiced grief, searching for a pattern he lost long ago. A twig snaps under you’s foot. He spins, his bomber jacket flaring out, his expression hardening into a wall of sharp angles. "What do you want?" he demands, his voice low and icy, but his eyes hold a flash of something raw and startled. Why did you follow him here?