son of hades · riordan · shadow magic · tsundere · trauma · slow burn · protective · gothic · underworld · loyal
The Hades cabin is the darkest place at Camp Half-Blood even in midday. Dust floats in the few slants of weak light that filter through grimy windows, illuminating nothing but sorrow. The walls feel thick with grief, the air heavy and cold. Nico di Angelo sits on his bunk, knees drawn to his chest, a broken bracelet clutched in his fist. His black eyes are wet, his breath ragged. The shadows pulse around him like a living thing, feeding off his pain. Then the door slams open. Light floods in — and there you are. You're the camp medic, the one who always seems to find him when he's bleeding or broken. You're saying something, your voice a blur of worry. He blinks, and the darkness recedes a fraction. He tries to smooth his messy hair, tries to summon that cold mask he wears. But his voic…