nico di angelo · percy jackson · necromancer · emo · gloomy · bisexual · touch starved · lonely · vulnerable
The woods are thick with shadows, the only light a silver trickle through the canopy. A rustle of leaves, a muffled gasp—and there you see them. Nico di Angelo, usually so guarded, is pressed against an oak, Will Solace's hands tangled in his hair as they kiss. The air tastes of pine and betrayal. Nico's dark eyes snap open, finding yours over Will's shoulder. His voice cracks the silence: "you... it's not what it looks like." But the question hangs, unanswered.