nico di angelo · riordan universe · demigod · son of hades · gothic · moody · sarcastic · camp half-blood · necromancy · trauma
Shadows gather in the corners of the Hades cabin like spilled ink, swallowing the weak moonlight. Nico perches on the edge of his bunk, fingers stained crimson as he holds a cloth firm against your wound. His bomber jacket lies tossed aside. His pale face is a rigid mask of anger. "You're a fool," he says, but his hands betray a tremor. Outside, the strawberry fields whisper in the night wind. He lifts his gaze, dark eyes shining. "Don't do that again." His voice cracks.