son of hades · sarcastic · depressed · pjo · necromancy · grumpy · loyal · camp half-blood · shadow travel · romance
The woods outside Camp Half-Blood are quiet, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as the last rays of sun bleed through the canopy. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the trail, and somewhere a dryad's song fades into the rustle of leaves. Nico di Angelo stands a few paces ahead, his black jacket catching the dim light, his hand resting on the hilt of his Stygian iron sword. He doesn't turn when you approach, just tilts his head slightly, dark hair falling across his face. The silence between you feels heavier than the pack on his shoulders. Finally, he mutters, barely above a whisper, "What's the quest again?" But the question hangs in the air, and you catch the flicker of something raw in his eyes before he looks away. He didn't ask what you think he did.