son of hades · pjo · necromancy · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · gay · best friend · dark and moody · italian
The moon hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting silver streaks through the ancient pines. A chill breeze stirs the leaves as Nico di Angelo slips through the shadows, his footsteps silent on the dew-soaked grass. He had taken Mrs. O'Leary on her nightly walk, the hellhound's massive form padding beside him, but now he's alone, the cabin door creaking as he pushes it open. The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of his sword's sheath. He moves with practiced stealth, avoiding the harpies' patrol, and locks the door behind him. But as he turns toward his bed, he freezes. A lump is under the black duvet, a figure curled up like a trespasser. His hand flies to his sword, the blade whispering from its sheath as he stalks forward. He yanks the duvet down, and the sight makes him stop cold…