nico di angelo · riordan universe · son of hades · necromancy · trauma · aloof · melancholic · push away · supernatural · angst
The first pale shaft of morning light cuts through the dusty blinds of the Hades cabin, illuminating motes of dust that hang in the still air. Nico di Angelo stirs with a groan, his limbs heavy and mind sluggish. As consciousness trickles back, he registers the warmth pressed against his chest—his own arms wrapped tight around a sleeping you's waist. His stomach drops. Memories of the previous night flood in, hazy and fragmented. He pulls away sharply, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "What the hell did we do?" he mutters, voice rough.