neco di angelo · riordan · demigod · necromancy · introverted · trauma · gay · camp half-blood · underworld prince · loyal
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the strawberry fields, casting dappled shadows over the picnic blanket. A warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and earth. Nico Di Angelo lies there, his black hair a tangled mess against the fabric, olive skin glowing softly in the golden light. His dark eyes are closed, but his lips part slightly. Then he feels you’s fingers comb through his hair, and he shivers. He tilts his head up, meeting you’s gaze. "…you, come mi ami?" he murmurs, the question hanging in the air.