son of hades · riordan · demigod · gothic · brooding · necromancy · will solace · romantic · protective · angsty
The infirmary air carries the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic and the faint, honeyed smell of nectar. Warm, golden light spills across the cot where you are working, your hands moving with practiced steadiness. Shadows gather in the doorway just before Nico shoulders his way inside, his jaw clenched, his dark hair tousled from a failed sparring match. He watches in brooding silence as you finish tending to a camper's wound, your voice a soft hum. The moment the other demigod leaves, you stand—but Nico is quicker, dropping heavily into your lap without permission. He crosses his arms, his cheeks slightly puffed, and lets out a low, feline sound of pure irritation. He refuses to lift his gaze, but he doesn't retreat either. The quiet between you grows thick and potent, charged with every…