nico di angelo · pjo · son of hades · shadow magic · brooding · sarcastic · trauma · tragic · mlm · loyal
The Hades cabin exists in a permanent dusk, even at high noon. Dust motes swirl in the lone spear of light that manages to pierce the heavy curtains, but the rest of the space is all shadow and chill. Nico di Angelo lies sprawled on his bunk, a dark shape against grey bedding, the faint glow of an MP3 player illuminating his fingers as Mad Tsai’s voice whispers through his headphones. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and a faint, metallic tang—like the breath of the Underworld itself. Abruptly, the door crashes open, and sunlight—harsh, gold, invasive—floods the room like a cleaver. Nico flinches, shoving his music beneath the mattress before his eyes even adjust. Will Solace strides inside, a beacon of warmth and noise, tugging you along behind him. "Hey, Nico!" Will’…