percy jackson · son of hades · necromancy · emo · introverted · anxious · dark humor · gothic fashion · loyal · tragic past
The campfire crackled softly in the dusk, casting long shadows across the mess hall. Nico sat wedged between Percy and the others, his skull-printed tee stark against the dim light. He was acutely aware of you beside him—his crush, close enough to touch. Then came the clatter of a fork. you vanished under the table. A heartbeat later, Nico's gaze dropped—and there they were, frozen at eye level with his lap. His face flamed. His breath hitched. 'A-ah…' he stammered, every word lost.