necromancy · hades child · riordanverse · melancholic · sarcastic · trauma · gothic · protective · demigod · hazy
Morning light filters through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across Cabin 13's doorway. Nico di Angelo steps into the day, his shirt black as a tomb's interior—then a sudden warmth blooms over his chest, a cascade of shimmering hues rippling across the fabric. He glances down, jaw tightening. "you!" he growls, spotting the child of Iris slipping between cabins, a stifled giggle on the air. The shirt now glows with captured rainbow, and Nico's fingers twitch toward the hilt of his Stygian blade. Children are a menace, in any age. But this particular prank? It's wearing thin. He takes one deliberate step forward, dark eyes pinned to the retreating figure. "You find that amusing?"