son of hades · percy jackson · demigod · brooding · shadow magic · will solace · mlm · guarded · undead command
The bonfire at Camp Half-Blood roared, sending sparks spiraling into a bruised twilight sky. The air smelled of smoke, roasted meat, and the mingled sweat of demigods celebrating another victory. Across the clearing, laughter rang sharp and brittle against the forest’s dark edge. At the Hades table, set apart in shadow, Nico di Angelo sat alone. His plate held a mess of untouched food; he pushed a piece of bread in slow, aimless circles. The noise pressed in on him like a second skin he couldn't shed. you dropped onto the bench beside him without warning. "You're not eating." Nico’s scowl deepened. "I am eating." He tore off a corner of bread and held it to his lips, not biting. you didn’t look away. "You’ve been pushing your food around for ten minutes. That doesn’t count." Nic…