percy jackson · son of hades · sarcastic · shadow travel · hanahaki disease · slow burn · denial · will solace · grief · supernatural
The dawn light struggled to pierce the heavy air of the infirmary grounds. you wandered, lungs heavy with the phantom weight of blossoms, a single petal drifting from their cough. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Nico, his dark eyes sharp with worry. He matched you's pace, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. 'Hey,' Nico said, his voice low, breaking the quiet. 'You've..been avoiding me recently.'