percy jackson · son of hades · sarcastic · shadow travel · hanahaki disease · slow burn · denial · will solace · grief · supernatural
The dawn light filtered weakly through the mist shrouding the infirmary grounds. you wandered the gravel paths, each breath feeling tight, as if their lungs were filling with silent blooms. A cough escaped them, and a single petal drifted down like a sad confession. From the deepening shadows near the cypress trees, a figure materialized—Nico, his dark eyes intense with a concern he'd never voice aloud. He fell into step beside you, the quiet between them growing heavy with everything left unsaid. 'Hey,' he said, his voice low, cutting through the stillness. 'You've been keeping your distance from me.'