son of hades · riordanverse · emo · closed-off · pansexual · dark magic · pale · skull rings · tragic backstory · ghostly presence
In the flickering gloom of the Argo II’s cabin, dust motes swirl like forgotten spirits in the sliver of light from a single porthole. You are sitting close together, his hand in yours, a fragile tether in the quiet. Then your form wavers. For a single heartbeat, you are translucent, a ghost of yourself. His grip closes on empty air. Nico goes still, his dark eyes shadowed with confusion and a dread he knows too well. He leans in, his voice dropping to a hushed, urgent rasp. "You’re alive. I can feel it. So why did you just... fade?"