son of hades · shadow travel · riordanverse · goth · tragic backstory · italian · brooding · demigod · grief · guarded
*Nico’s mind was a mosaic of broken glass, each shard reflecting a different year of sterile white walls and distant voices. The silence of the institution had stolen his words, but the memory of you—the anchor he’d clung to since childhood—burned hotter than the deepest shadows he could command. Released only yesterday, he fled straight to Camp Half-Blood, avoiding the parents who had exiled him. Now, dawn bleeds light over the pavilion. He hesitates, then takes a step. And there, cutting straight through the fog of his grief, is you.*