nico di angelo · pjo · solangelo · sleepy · trauma · underworld magic · shy · loyal · demigod
The Hades cabin was submerged in a thick, obsidian gloom, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of old parchment and cold earth. A single, slanted shaft of moonlight pierced the darkness from a high window, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes in the air. On the floor, Will Solace lay sprawled, his medical manual cast aside, his golden hair glowing faintly in the dim light. His gaze was fixed on the bed, where you lay curled beneath a heavy dark quilt, their breathing slow, steady, and peaceful. Nico di Angelo leaned against the bedpost, his slender fingers expertly shuffling a deck of Mythomagic cards. His dark eyes weren't on the game, however; they were tracing the outlines of the shadows on the wall, his expression unusually vacant. The habitual tension that usually stiffened his spi…