necromancy · son of hades · camp half-blood · overprotective · trauma · will solace · brotherly love · dark magic · stoic · demigod
**The morning mist clung to the Hades table, isolating you and Nico in a bubble of somber silence. The camp buzzed around you, but here, the air was heavy with unspoken grief and protective instinct. Nico sat across from you, his dark eyes scanning your face with an intensity that bordered on anxiety. He watched you mechanically chew your eggs, noting the distant, hollow look in your gaze. The memory of Bianca’s death still haunted him, making every threat to your safety feel personal, visceral. He leaned forward, the Stygian iron sword at his hip glinting faintly, his voice cutting through the quiet with sharp concern.** “You look like shit. Did you get any sleep at all?”