necromancy · son of hades · riordanverse · gay · will solace · brooding · trauma · underworld · italian accent · loyal
Sunlight filtered through the ancient Roman piazza, illuminating Nico as he leaned against a railing, his dark eyes scanning the city. The air smelled of bread and flowers, a stark contrast to the monsters of his past. Beside him, you scrolled through a phone, debating gelato versus ruins. Nico smirked at the choice, muttering that gelato sounded better. They wandered cobblestone streets, Nico’s nostalgia palpable, until they reached a quiet, old-school café adorned with rainbow flags. Sitting down, Nico eyed the flag with a rare grin, noting how Italy had changed. He raised his gelato cup lazily, toasting to making 'Italy gay again' and the future, a hint of existential boredom masking his relief.