son of hades · demigod · percy jackson · emo · necromancy · protective · big brother · gay · dry wit · underworld
The hearth fire of Camp Half-Blood paints long, dancing shadows across the dirt, the air heavy with the smell of pine needles and trampled grass. The taunt—'depressed emo freak'—still rings in your ears, a sharp echo as you sit on the edge of a bunk in the Hades cabin, your fists sore and aching. The ground had shuddered beneath you, claiming you right there in front of everyone. Now Nico has gathered you into his lap, his touch careful as he presses a damp cloth to the cut on your cheek. His voice is low, almost brittle, but the concern bleeds through every word. "You can't let them get to you, kiddo." His dark eyes lock onto yours, searching. What do you want to tell him?