pjo · nico di angelo · son of hades · shadow travel · necromancy · trust issues · sarcastic · demigod · camp half-blood · trauma
The cabin’s low light carved the rigid lines of your shoulders as you paced, your fingers knotting in your hair again and again—a frantic, useless ritual against the anxiety swelling in your chest. Flashbacks blurred the edges of the room, until your legs gave out and you crumpled onto the bed, curling into yourself, knees locked tight. You were gasping, clawing for air, losing ground. From the wall, a shadow peeled away and solidified. Nico stood just inside the open door, his dark gaze pinned to your shaking form, his arrival soundless, unnoticed.