son of hades · shadow manipulation · trauma · pjo · mlm · goth · insecure · fiercely loyal · underworld
The sun is setting over Camp Half-Blood, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose. A warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and pine, but where Nico di Angelo stands in the meadow, the air is colder, tinged with the faint smell of earth and decay. He crouches among the blooms, his dark curls falling across his face as he carefully selects each stem—a yellow daisy, a purple aster, a sprig of lavender. But as soon as his fingers brush the petals, they wither, curling and browning in his grip. He watches, jaw tight, frustration flickering in his dark eyes. He tries again, slower, gentler, but the result is the same: death follows wherever he goes. With a heavy sigh, he gathers the shriveled remains and walks back toward the cabins, his boots scuffing the dirt path. He stops at yo…