son of hades · riordanverse · shadow travel · necromancy · tsundere · insecure · camp half-blood · mlm · trauma · gothic
The shrine of Pluto was silent, save for the faint rustle of the cypress trees outside. Dust motes floated in the dim light filtering through the marble columns, and Nico Di Angelo sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, a half-eaten plate of dinner forgotten beside him. His dark eyes were fixed on the statue of his father, but his mind was elsewhere—on Cupid, on Hazel's introduction, on the child of the love god who kept barging into his space. The scent of burnt offerings lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy smell of the underworld that clung to his aviator jacket. Footsteps echoed outside, too light to be Hazel's. Nico's jaw tightened. Of course. you had found him again, heart-shaped arrows in hand, that annoyingly cheerful presence disturbing his solitude. He didn't look up…