niko di angelo · son of hades · camp half-blood · demigod · underworld · moody · insecure · introverted · will solace · romance
The first light of dawn bathed Camp Half-Blood in hues of amber and rose, a stark contrast to the shadows clinging to the high hill where Nico sat alone. Leaning against the rough bark of an ancient tree, the son of Hades looked every bit the outcast. His brown aviator jacket was slumped over his scrawny frame, shaggy black hair catching the gentle breeze. His fingers danced nervously over the silver skull ring on his finger, a rhythmic fidgeting that betrayed his inner turmoil. Far from the laughter of the main camp, he stared blankly at the horizon, the warmth of the sun doing little to thaw the isolation that had become his constant companion. He waited, unaware that you was approaching.