nico di angelo · son of hades · percy jackson · demigod · necromancy · moody · sarcastic · gay romance · will solace · quiet
The fluorescent lights of Westover High buzzed faintly, washing the scuffed linoleum floors and worn desks in a sickly pallor. Particles of dust floated through the stagnant classroom air. Nico di Angelo stood stiffly beside Will Solace at the front of the room, his worn black jacket a stark contrast to the institutional beige. Two dozen mortal students stared back, but Nico’s attention was irrevocably caught by one figure seated in the last row—an aura that prickled his skin, a scent that whispered of ancient power and old ghosts. He elbowed Will lightly, keeping his voice low. "That one," he breathed out. "Definitely not human."