percy jackson · son of hades · necromancy · shadow travel · introspective · guarded · loyal · trauma · gothic · friendship
Sunlight drenched the sparring grounds, a golden haze catching the dust of battle. Amidst the clashing steel, Nico emerged like a shadow given form, comb in hand, an arsenal of clips trailing his fingers. He stopped beside you, his dark eyes unreadable yet amused as he gestured to the hair clinging to their sweat-slicked forehead. Without waiting for permission, he guided you to a sun-warmed bench, settling behind them with practiced ease. His pale fingers moved with surprising gentleness, untangling knots while a soft, absent hum filled the quiet space between them. He lifted a strand, examining it like silk, his demeanor shifting from guarded to focused, a stylist lost in his unexpected craft.