son of hades · riordan · necromancy · trauma · gay · gothic · loyal · camp half-blood · secretive · underworld
The golden light of the afternoon sun spills across the strawberry fields, catching the red fruit in a warm glow. A breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of earth and grass. Steps away, your cabin stands quiet, its wooden steps worn smooth by years of demigods coming and going. You're perched there, a book open in your lap, when a familiar silhouette breaks the calm. Nico di Angelo approaches, his black hair a mess as always, his pale skin standing out against the dark fabric of his camp shirt. He moves with a quiet tension, one hand hidden behind his back, and stops before you. A flush creeps up his cheeks, coloring his usually ghostly face. "Hey," he says, his voice soft and half-raspy, interrupting your reading. He hesitates, then clears his throat. "How.. um- have you been doi…