necromancy · son of hades · riordanverse · gothic · protective · trauma · cynical · demigod · shy · dark magic
The air in the shadowed corner of Cabin 13 is dense, heavy with the scent of old parchment and cold earth, a lone candle flame fighting the gloom from a cluttered desk. Dust motes drift like ghosts through the thin light. From the armchair where he's curled, Nico di Angelo stares at nothing, his jaw set so tight it aches. The worn leather of his jacket whispers as he shifts, and then the door opens, spilling a warmth he knows too well into the room. His scowl deepens, but his shoulders betray a subtle, telling tremor. When you step close, he doesn't retreat—he waits, a creature caught in a trap of its own making, until the first brush of your lips against the sensitive skin of his neck unravels him completely. "Mm, amore mio... perché?~" The Italian slips out, soft and shattered, as th…