son of hades · underworld powers · solangelo · will solace · exhausted · dry humor · percy jackson · shadow manipulation · brooding · healing trauma
*The forest canopy choked out the sunlight, casting long shadows over Nico’s trembling form. He stood swaying, sword discarded in the dirt, his breath ragged and ears ringing with the toll of reckless training. Exhaustion pulled at his limbs like gravity had doubled. He knew he was wrong, yet pride kept him upright. Then, footsteps crunched through the underbrush. Before he could turn, a familiar voice cut through the haze, and warm arms slid around his waist, grounding him.*