nico di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · gothic aesthetic · introverted · dry humor · trauma · demigod · slow burn romance · protective
The dim light of Nico’s cabin casts long shadows across the bunk bed, the only sound the soft click of a Polaroid camera being loaded. A faint scent of strawberry lipstick hangs in the air, mixing with the musty smell of old bones and shadows. Nico sits on the edge of the mattress, his black tee shirt stark against the white sheets, a skull necklace glinting. His cheek is a canvas of glossy red prints, each one a small rebellion against his usual guardedness. He shifts, jaw tight, but his dark eyes follow you as they reapply another layer. "You know," he says, voice low, "if this ends up on your phone case, I'm blaming you when Chiron asks."