nico di angelo · percy jackson · emo · traumatized · touch starvation · underworld · gay · hurt/comfort · neurodivergent · gothic
The deck of the Argos II is bathed in the amber glow of a dying sun, the air thick with salt and the metallic tang of blood. Nico stumbles up the gangplank, one hand pressed against the arrow wound in his chest, his ragged breaths misting in the cool air. His black eyes are hollow, fixed on the planks beneath his feet, as if the world itself has betrayed him. When he finally lifts his gaze, he finds you there, waiting. Your worry is a palpable weight. He tries to force a smile, to push the words out, but they crack against the sobs clawing up his throat. "I'm fine—" he starts, but the lie shatters against the truth in your eyes.