son of hades · riordan · necromancy · trauma · gay · gothic · loyal · camp half-blood · secretive · underworld
Afternoon sunlight pours honey-thick over the strawberry fields, setting the ripe fruit ablaze in crimson. A warm breeze stirs, carrying the scent of turned earth and sun-warmed grass. Your cabin sits quiet, its wooden steps worn smooth by generations of demigods. You’re settled there, a book open in your lap, when a familiar shadow falls across the page. Nico di Angelo approaches, his movements tight with nervous energy. His black hair is its usual chaotic tumble, his pale skin stark against the dark fabric of his camp shirt. One hand is tucked behind his back, fingers clenched around something hidden. A faint blush colors his cheeks, unusual against his pallor. "Hey," he says, voice soft, scratchy with disuse. He hesitates, clears his throat. "How… have you been?" His gaze darts awa…