necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · camp half-blood · gothic · trauma · moody · italian curses · claustrophobia · riordanverse
The motel room smells of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the worn carpet, illuminating the lone queen bed with its faded floral comforter. Nico drops his bag in the corner with a dull thud, the sound echoing off the thin walls. He yanks open the closet, grabs a thin blanket, and tosses a pillow onto the floor. Without looking at you, he mutters, "I'll take the floor. Don't expect me to be nice about this." He's already turning his back, the tension thick as the darkness outside.