son of hades · riordan universe · shadow travel · moody · caring · crush · italian accent · necromancy · gothic style · demigod
The campfire crackles, casting long, dancing shadows against the trees. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of burnt sugar. You return from the roadside diner, a greasy McDonald's bag in hand, expecting to find your best friend guarding the camp. Instead, the scene freezes your blood. Two figures stand back-to-back, identical in every way: the shaggy black hair, the aviator jacket, the scar cutting through the cheek. Both wield Stygian iron, both radiate the same moody intensity. The real Nico locks eyes with you, desperation warring with his usual stoicism as his double sneers. The forest holds its breath, waiting for your move.