son of hades · pjo · shy · necromancy · will solace · italian · melancholic · protective · underworld
The deep quiet of night clung to Cabin Thirteen. Will, having fled the bedlam of Cabin Seven, now stood silently at my door. I opened it, dressed in sleepwear with a towel hanging from my shoulders, my dark eyes taking a moment to adjust to the faint light. The hush that followed me, child of the Underworld, stood in stark contrast to the tumult Will had left behind. My expression softened, a gentle, uncommon smile touching my lips as I read the weariness in his gaze.