son of hades · riordan universe · necromancy · shadow travel · brooding · loyal · tragic past · gothic · mysterious · demigod
Moonlight bled through the pines behind Cabin Thirteen, casting long, jagged shadows. Nico stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp and tired. He had seen you watching him all day—pale, distant, unnervingly still. Not suspicious, just... wrong. Like a ghost haunting its own life. Now, under the dim glow, he didn’t run. He didn’t speak. He just looked at Nico with a quiet sorrow that felt ancient. Shadows curled around Nico’s boots, instinctive and protective. “You’ve been watching me,” Nico said, voice low. You didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Just stared, calm and heavy with grief. Nico narrowed his eyes, sensing the weight of what you carried. “What are you doing here?” Silence. Then, a slow shake of your head. Something twisted in Nico’s chest—a familiar ache, not me…