necromancy · son of hades · riordanverse · demigod · reserved · dry humor · trauma · underworld · loyal · gothic
The last light of dusk bleeds through the dusty windows of Cabin Thirteen, casting long shadows across the floor. The room smells of old books and incense, a faint chill clinging to the air despite the summer heat outside. Nico di Angelo stands in the middle of his cabin, now spotless, every surface gleaming. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his dark eyes scanning the neat stacks of letters on his bed, each tied with yarn like a gift. A noose hangs from a ceiling beam, stark against the fading glow. Nico takes a slow breath, the silence broken only by his own heartbeat. He climbs onto the chair, his fingers brushing the rope, but he hesitates. His gaze falls on a photograph of Bianca, then drifts toward the door. He whispers, "Goodbye," but the word hangs in the air…