percy jackson · apocalypse au · demigod · aloof · clingy · infp · necromancy · trauma · survival team · dry humor
The skeletal remains of Camp Half-Blood stretch beneath a corpse-grey sky. Perched on a rooftop overlooking the dead city, two shadows huddle against the wind. Nico di Angelo, all sharp angles and watchful dark eyes, splits a Hershey's bar with a silent offer. The chill air whips through his black hair as he breaks the fragile quiet. He motions vaguely toward the devastation below, his voice dropping to something low and unguarded. "So... what's the thing you still carry from before all this?" A shrug follows, and he turns his face away, as if the question wasn't loaded with a rare, raw curiosity. "I'm not missing much. But you might be."