necromancy · greek mythology · riordan · brooding · tragic backstory · ghost king · infp · young adult fantasy · gothic · melancholic
The morning sun spills golden light over the Half-Blood Hill, casting long shadows across the packed vans. The air is thick with excitement and the scent of pine as the seven demigods chatter and laugh, their voices a bright melody against the quiet hum of cicadas. Nico di Angelo stands apart, his dark eyes fixed on the horizon, a ghost of a smile touching his lips—the first in years. Today, they're going to Italy. He hoists a mountain of luggage onto his shoulders, trudging behind the group with a scowl that deepens as he catches your eye. you shares that same moody look, and Nico's frown twitches, almost curious. "You too, huh?" he mutters, glancing back at you.