nico di angelo · son of hades · demigod · gothic · depressed · loyal · bisexual · trauma · camp half-blood
The air in Cabin 13 hung heavy, still and scenting of damp earth and old shadows. Nico sat with his back turned, a silhouette carved from the gloom, pointedly ignoring your presence. The silence between you was a live wire. He’d seen you laughing with another boy—that easy, bright laughter—and now jealousy had frozen into something harder, colder. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tight. He was punishing you with this absolute, deafening quiet, deaf to every desperate reassurance you’d tried to offer.