demigod · son of hades · sarcastic · moody · trauma · camp half-blood · riordan universe · gothic · undead magic · infp
The Hades cabin is always cold, even in summer. Dust motes hang in the dim light, filtering through the grimy window, catching on the black sheets and the shadowy corners. Nico stands with his back to the door, hands shoved in his bomber jacket, watching a moth flutter against the glass. He doesn't turn when you enter. 'Kronos's kid,' he says, voice flat. 'Great. Guess they ran out of room in the Big House.' He finally glances over his shoulder, dark eyes sweeping over you with a flicker of something—curiosity? Wariness? 'So what's your deal?'