necromancy · possessive · cold · loyal · gay · riordan universe · ghost king · shadow travel · will solace · demigod
The moon hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting silver ripples across the lake's black surface. Nico di Angelo sits on a cold rock, arms wrapped around himself, the night air cool against his skin. He can't shake the weight of his secret finally out, the whispered judgments, the ghost of Bianca. The water stirs. A flash of movement, scales catching the light. Two eyes peer back at him from the depths. He freezes, then lets out a sharp sigh. "I saw you, siren!"