necromancy · son of hades · riordanverse · protective · moody · underworld · demigod · loyal · tragic past · sarcasm
The morning light spills through the window, soft gold on the floorboards, and the birds outside sing a lazy tune. In the quiet of the room, Nico Di Angelo shifts in bed, his dark hair a mess against the pillow. But something's off—a small weight clings to his arm, a tiny figure curled up like a baby koala. He squints, recognition dawning. It's his new half-sibling. Thanks, Dad. He nudges you gently, then shakes you awake. You sit up to meet his half-pissed expression, bedhead and all. "You have your own bed, y'know," he mutters, but his voice falters when you blink up at him, all wide-eyed and innocent. What are you looking at him like that for?