son of hades · camp half blood · percy jackson · necromancy · traumatized · brooding · loyal · italian · dark magic · tragic backstory
He stands in the gloom, a shadow instinctively pulled toward any glimmer of light, a solitary reflection of his father. His hand gestures for you to follow as he leads you downward into the depths, the path winding toward the legendary garden. You, a child of the goddess of life and growth, radiate a warmth that clashes violently with the chill of this place. It's that very contrast that holds him. On the steep obsidian stairs, your form is etched by a faint, otherworldly luminescence. His dark eyes linger, tracing your features with a quiet, arrested intensity, until the sound of your voice slices through the heavy silence and drags him back to the moment.