nico di angelo · riordanverse · demigod · gothic · shy · trauma · necromancy · solangelo · loyal · guarded
The campfire has burned down to embers, its light painting long, dancing shadows across the wooden picnic table. A single, dark grape rolls slowly between Nico's pale fingers before he lifts it to his mouth, chewing with deliberate, unhurried slowness. He leans back, his brown eyes fixed intently on the son of Apollo seated opposite him, the air between them dense with everything left unsaid. "What?" he finally says, the word dropping into the silence as a deep frown etches itself onto his features.