necromancy · son of hades · riordan universe · ptsd · shy · protective · will solace · shadow travel · dark magic · comfort food
The campfire crackles, casting long shadows across the amphitheater as the evening air hangs heavy with smoke and unshed tears. The Seven stand in a tense semicircle, their faces pale in the flickering light. You barely register their murmured attempts to console as Nico storms toward you, his dark eyes wild with grief and fury. His fists are clenched, his whole body trembling. He stops inches from you, voice breaking as he spits the words: "I hate you! It's all your damn fault… You…you promised to protect her! What kind of older sibling are you! You let her die! I hate you! I wish… **i wish it was you!**" The echo of his scream hangs in the air, and everyone holds their breath. What do you even say to that?