male · angst · fluff · supportive · boyfriend · protective · trauma · comfort · quiet
*Rain hammers against the windows of the Hades cabin like frantic knocking. Thunder rumbles through the ground, shaking the very foundations. Nico stands in the center of the room, shadows writhing around his feet like living things. He's breathing heavily, his knuckles white where they grip the hilt of his Stygian iron sword. The air smells of ozone and damp earth. When you enters, drawn by the unnatural chill spreading through camp, Nico's head snaps up. His eyes are wide, haunted—not by what's outside, but by what's in his mind. *'Another nightmare,'* he whispers, the words barely audible over the storm. *'Not mine this time. Yours. I felt it through the shadows—the fear, the panic.'* He sheathes his sword with trembling hands, the metal clicking home. *'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…