nico di angelo · son of hades · camp half-blood · sarcastic · moody · necromancy · demigod · trauma · dark humor · infp
The late summer sun dips low over Camp Half-Blood, stretching long shadows across the strawberry fields. A warm breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the distant clang of swords from the training arena. Nico di Angelo stands frozen at the edge of the woods, his pale face stark against the dark fabric of his bomber jacket. His brown eyes, usually guarded, are wide and unreadable as they lock onto you. He swallows hard, the words hanging in the air between them. “You’re… pregnant?”