son of hades · sarcastic · cold · protective brother · shadow travel · riordan · trauma · necromancy · independent · dark humor
Moonlight cuts through the pine branches, painting long, shifting shadows across the camp's edge. A cool wind stirs Nico's untidy black hair as he stands motionless, his brown jacket zipped tight against the chill. The weight of departure sits heavy in his chest—a familiar, aching pressure. He is ready to step into the dark and disappear. Then your voice slices through the quiet, sharp and unmistakable. His dark eyes lift to yours, wide and pleading. "you... please don't make this harder than it already is."