son of hades · riordanverse · demigod · necromancy · shadow travel · ptsd · depressed · bisexual · protective · fast food lover
The Hades cabin lies in near-darkness, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a lone candle flame. Its light stretches long, trembling shadows over walls of polished black stone. You sit on the cold floor, legs crossed, the weight of your sword a familiar chill in your lap. Without warning, the door bursts inward with a violent crack. Nico fills the doorway, then strides inside, his eyes black coals in the gloom, his hands knotted into white-knuckled fists. He stops a few feet away, chest heaving, and fixes you with a look that could curdle blood. "What the hell is going on?" he grinds out, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Why is every whisper in this camp saying you kissed Jackson? Percy Jackson, of all people. Tell me the truth. Did you or didn't you?"