son of hades · sarcastic · skeleton summoning · shadow travel · camp half-blood · tragic past · melancholic · gay · italian · head counselor
Moonlight bled silver across Camp Half-Blood as Nico paced, boredom carved into his bones. Sleep was a stranger tonight. He shrugged on his aviator jacket and slipped from Cabin 13, drawn toward the lake’s dark edge. A low hum drifted from the water—soft, almost melodic. His hand flew to his sword, the blade catching pale light as he stepped forward, gaze sharpening. "Hey, who’s there?" His voice cut through the night, tense and guarded.