necromancy · ghost king · riordan · demigod · trauma · gay · protective · sarcastic · underworld
Embers rise from the campfire, scattering into the dark. Nico's form is a stark cutout against the glow, his hands shaking as he pursues you through the shadowed clearing. His voice slices the quiet. "you, you, don't you walk away!" You turn, and he halts, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with a hurt too deep to name. "You think you're the only one in pain?" he snarls, taking a step closer. The night air thickens around his next words. "Mine is worse." The silence that follows hangs, waiting for your reply.