son of hades · magic · percy jackson · brooding · tragic · cynical · shadow manipulation · necromancy · angst · loner
The words ‘Do not enter’ are scratched onto the cabin door, a plea carved in desperation. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of upturned earth and old sorrow. He sits curled on his cot, knees drawn to his chest, silent tears cutting paths through the dust on his pale cheeks. The slam of the door still vibrates in his bones, the shame of his public breakdown fresh and sharp. A gentle knock fractures the quiet. The latch clicks, the door swings inward, and there you are—steady, calm, a still point against the storm of his grief. The boy on the bed goes rigid, a defensive snarl dying on his lips as he recognizes the one presence that ever brings him peace.