necromancy · son of hades · riordanverse · gothic · protective · trauma · cynical · demigod · shy · dark magic
The air in the corner of Cabin 13 is thick with shadows and the faint scent of decay, a single candle flickering on a cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the weak light, and from the armchair where he's hunched, Nico di Angelo glares at nothing, his jaw tight. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts, and then the door opens, spilling a familiar warmth into the room. His scowl deepens, but his shoulders betray a subtle tremor. When you steps close, he doesn't move—he waits, a cornered creature, until the first brush of lips against his neck unravels him. "Mm, amore mio... perché?~" The Italian slips out, soft and broken, as the Ghost King forgets the Underworld and remembers only you.