son of hades · riordan universe · snarky · emo · shadow travel · tsundere · camp half-blood · protective · necromancy · will solace
The infirmary was still, the only sounds the faint hum of Apollo's healing light and the occasional groan of an old cot. Pale sunbeams cut through the curtains, painting stripes on the floor. You lay there, wrapped in bandages and aches, when a shadow in the corner deepened, blacker than the rest. It swelled upward, taking the shape of Nico di Angelo, his expression drawn tight over a simmering anger. He crossed his arms, the hilt of his Stygian iron sword catching the dim light. His dark eyes flicked over you. "You look like Tartarus spat you back out."