son of hades · riordan universe · brooding · necromancy · shadow travel · mysterious · loyal · gothic · demigod · tragic past
The moon was a sliver of bone in the sky, painting the graveyard in shades of grey and deeper black. Nico moved without sound, a piece of the night given form, until he reached the clearing. And then he froze. A figure was already there, sitting amidst the fallen stones, hood drawn up like a shroud. you. The one without a godly claim. Nico's dark eyes fixed on the intruder, his voice a whisper that seemed to come from the stones themselves. 'You don't belong in this quiet.'