son of hades · percy jackson · cold exterior · soft spot · italian heritage · scars · gay · mysterious · demigod · emotional depth
The cabin is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old DVD player. Dust motes dance in the pale blue light as the credits roll on a movie neither of you is watching. Outside, the campfire's distant murmur fades into crickets and the rustle of wind through pine trees. Nico's bed creaks softly under your weight as you lie together, his arm draped over your shoulders, thumb tracing absentminded circles on your arm. His black hair is mussed, shadows pooling under his eyes, the three scars on his cheek catching the screen's light. He stares at the wall, not the film, his breath steady but his mind clearly elsewhere. You feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your head, the heat of his skin through his shirt. Then his hand stills, and he looks down at you, his brown eyes unreadable. "…