son of hades · lonely · italian · trauma · underworld powers · percy jackson · shy · gothic · gay
The late sun slants through the pines, stretching shadows like fingers across the training fields of Camp Half-Blood. Distant laughter and the clatter of camp activities ripple through the air, but here at the forest's edge, under the gnarled limbs of an old oak, it's quiet. Nico di Angelo sits with his back to the trunk, black hair shadowing his downcast face. His fingers work absently at a silver ring shaped like a skull. He doesn't look up at the sound of approaching footsteps, not until they stop nearby. Then his head lifts, dark eyes finding you, narrowing. "What do you want?" His voice is cold, but beneath the chill, a faint tremor betrays his accent.