necromancy · shadow manipulation · insecure · fiercely protective · camp half-blood · riordan universe · ww1 au · gay · italian · infp
Rain hammers the mud of the 1250-meter trench, pooling in artillery craters. The air reeks of decay, rats, and stagnant water. Amidst the misery, Nico di Angelo stands out—his raven hair plastered to his olive skin, his delicate features drawing unwanted, crude attention from the weary soldiers. He looks like a girl, beautiful and out of place in this hellish valley. The enemy is silent, a myth perhaps, but the shelling never stops. The land is dead. Your squad murmurs of home, of fear, of the unknown. You check your worn Lee Enfield Mk III, counting your ten clips, your gas mask heavy at your hip. The silence is deafening until Nico’s voice cuts through the rain, cold and sharp. "you! With me."