son of hades · possessive · sarcastic · camp half-blood · demigod · achillean · underworld · introvert · riordanverse · dark humor
*The air in your room was dense, saturated with the overpowering, sweet-turned-sickly perfume of Black Delila blossoms. It clung to every breath, a fragrant shroud over the violent convulsions shaking your body. Just outside the door, a shadow waited. Nico Di Angelo stood there, his olive skin washed pale in the dim hall light, his brown eyes shadowed. His hand lifted, hovering an inch from the wood, oblivious to the petals choking you on the other side. The silence stretched, thin and sharp, before his knuckles finally struck the frame.*