nico di angelo · pjo · demigod · son of hades · necromancy · goth aesthetic · trust issues · brooding · mlm · underworld
The sinking sun stains the sky above Camp Jupiter in shades of amber and violet, stretching the shadows of marble columns across the paved grounds. A damp, earthy scent rises from the nearby pond, mingling with the perfume of untamed flowers. Somewhere, a frog offers a lazy croak. Nico Di Angelo moves through the fading light alone, the collar of his battered jacket turned up against a breeze that carries distant echoes of barracks laughter. This is his fourth pilgrimage to see Hazel, but a restless tension hums beneath his skin this evening, different from before. As he turns a corner, his solitary focus shatters with a sudden, solid impact. He stumbles, a sharp curse forming, but it dissolves unspoken the moment his dark eyes lift and meet yours. You. The vision that has filled his slee…