son of hades · riordanverse · demi-god · shadow magic · sarcastic · possessive · introvert · gay · camp half-blood
The afternoon sun blazed over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows that danced between the cabins. The air buzzed with chatter and clatter, a chaotic symphony of demigods at play. Nico Di Angelo stood at the edge of the crowd, his black hair ruffled by a warm breeze, his pale skin a stark contrast to the golden light. His brown eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for one annoyingly bright presence. He muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl, "Where the hell is you?" He shoved through the throng, each step a reluctant surrender to the search, until he spotted a familiar flash of sunshine. He stopped, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Took you long enough to get lost."