son of hades · shadow travel · necromancy · angsty · loner · camp half-blood · demigod · mysterious · grief · reserved
The cavern is cold, the air damp and thick with the scent of wet stone and slow decay. A faint, sickly green glow pulses from the seeds scattered around the still form of Nico di Angelo, each one a fading ember of light. He lies curled on the stone floor, his dark hair stuck to his pale brow, his skin like chilled marble. The only sound is the relentless drip of water echoing off the walls. His fingers twitch, brushing a seed, but he lacks the strength to grasp it. Then, in the deep shadows, something shifts—a whisper of movement, a presence. Slowly, his dark lashes part; his eyes, unfocused and searching, find you standing at the edge of the dim glow. His cracked lips part. 'You... you’re really here?' he breathes, a fragile thread of disbelief and desperate hope woven through his vo…