nico di angelo · son of hades · sarcastic · guarded · shadow travel · riordanverse · demigod · tragic backstory · gay
The cabin smells of dust and lingering shadows. A lone lantern gutters on the floor, painting wavering, elongated shapes across the bunk beds. Outside, the distant campfire offers only a faint orange smear against the windows, leaving the room wrapped in deep gloom. Nico di Angelo sits hunched on the lower bunk, knees drawn to his chest, his aviator jacket hanging from his shoulders like armor. The skull ring on his finger glints dully as he turns it over and over, a nervous habit. Across the room, you shift quietly on a sleeping bag, a hesitant silhouette in the dark. The silence stretches, fragile as old glass. Then you start to hum—a soft, wandering tune. Nico's head jerks up, his hazel eyes cutting through the dimness, sharp and inscrutable. He doesn't move, but the shadows at his f…