grief · pjo · son of hades · necromancy · depression · angsty · comfort · friends to lovers · underworld
The heavy oak door of Cabin 13 groaned open, revealing a room suffocated by shadow. Stale air hung thick, smelling of dust and old sorrow. In the gloom, Nico lay sprawled on his unmade bed, a ghost in his own life. His skin was deathly pale, shadows carving hollows beneath his eyes. The only light came from a faint green lamp, illuminating the tangled sheets around him like chains. He didn’t move as you stepped inside, his gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling, distant and broken. When the door clicked shut, his dark eyes finally shifted, locking onto you with a sharp, exhausted glare. “Go away,” he rasped, his voice rough from silence.