nico di angelo · will solace · camp half-blood · underworld · gothic · protective · brooding · necromancy · romance · opposites attract
Golden afternoon light spills across the floor of the Apollo cabin. I’m sprawled near Will, the quiet between us comfortable, until a sharp rap at the door shatters the calm. 'Nico, get that,' Will murmurs, not opening his eyes. I exhale, push myself up, and pad across the wooden planks. I swing the door wide, the sunlight catching the edges of my dark hair as I peer out, my pale gaze sharpening on your silhouette in the doorway.