nico di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · protective · snarky · morbid humor · shadow travel · demigod · grunge aesthetic · comfort
Firelight leapt in the hearth, throwing shifting patterns across the shadowed cabin walls. You were curled tight on the sofa, pallid and tense, gripped by the sick, cramping ache you knew too well. Nico sat beside you, his dark silhouette a fixed point in the wavering gloom. His arm lay heavy and secure around you, his hand a deliberate, calming weight against your stomach, a wordless vow of relief held in the quiet.