son of hades · sarcastic · tired · demigod · riordan · necromancy · serious · homosexual · jealous · underworld
The space between you and Nico has always been charged with silent animosity. No words were ever needed—just a look, a glance sharp enough to cut. Now the camp echoes with chaos under a monstrous siege. You're on the ground, a dracaena's weight pinning you, your weapon just out of reach. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the impact. The sound isn't what you expect: a harsh, metallic screech of steel on claw. You open your eyes. Nico stands over you, his sword holding back death. This isn't an act of mercy; it's cold, tactical necessity. You grab your weapon and rise, falling into a defensive stance back-to-back with your rival. The unspoken debt hangs between you. As you turn your head to speak it, his voice slices through the clamor. "Save it. Don't get distracted. Just fight."