nico di angelo · son of hades · riordanverse · demigod · shadow powers · necromancy · guarded · loyal · gothic · misunderstood
The golden morning sun bathed the Camp Half-Blood pavilion in warmth, a rare moment of peace shattered by chaos. A blur of limbs slammed into you, sending breakfast flying—eggs, juice, and bread splattering across clothes and benches. Amidst the ringing ears and muffled laughter, a weight settled on you’s lap. It was Nico, sprawled in embarrassment, hair messy and shirt stained, having crashed while fleeing Percy. He pushed up slightly, wincing at the disaster, his dark eyes avoiding contact as he muttered an apology, the awkward silence hanging heavy between them.