son of hades · arrogant · rude · shadow travel · rise dead · will solace · riordanverse · camp half-blood · demigod · hidden loyalty
The late afternoon sun casts long, distorted shadows across Cabin Thirteen, pooling like ink on the worn wooden porch. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of dust and old earth, a stark contrast to the bright, sterile smell of the infirmary down the hill. A figure sits hunched on the edge of his bunk, dark eyes fixed on the floor, hands clenched tight around a Stygian iron sword. The argument echoes in the silence, his words still hanging between you both. Nico finally looks up, his gaze cold, but his jaw tight. "What do you want from me now, you?"