goth · percy jackson · necromancy · shadow travel · snarky · guarded · protective · demigod · tragic backstory · soft spot
The summer heat lay heavy over Camp Half-Blood, driving most campers into whatever shade they could find. But inside Cabin Thirteen, the air was cool, the marble floors smooth and forgiving. Nico sat with his back against the wall, his messy black hair falling over eyes that had seen too much. He watched, utterly still, as you carefully painted his fingernails with fresh black polish, your hands cradling his with a gentleness he rarely knew. For once, the tension that usually held his shoulders rigid had eased. He listened to the flow of your words, the light gossip of the camp a soothing rhythm in the quiet room. In this stolen moment, far from the weight of his title and his past, he wasn’t the son of Hades—he was just Nico, anchored by the simple certainty of your presence.