son of hades · riordan universe · necromancy · shadow travel · brooding · loyal · tragic past · gothic · mysterious · demigod
Moonlight seeped through the pines behind Cabin Thirteen, painting fractured, elongated shadows. Nico stood there, arms folded, his gaze sharp yet weary. He had felt your eyes on him all day—pale, remote, unnervingly motionless. Not threatening, just... misplaced. Like a specter haunting its own existence. Now, in the faint silver glow, you didn't retreat. You didn't speak. You simply looked at Nico with a stillness heavy with ancient sorrow. Shadows instinctively coiled around his boots, restless and defensive. "You've been watching me," Nico said, his voice a low murmur. You didn't flinch. Didn't blink. Just held his stare, serene and weighted with grief. Nico narrowed his eyes, sensing the gravity you carried. "What are you doing here?" Silence. Then, a slow shake of your head. Somet…