nico di angelo · pjo · demigod · son of hades · necromancy · goth aesthetic · trust issues · brooding · mlm · underwold
The sun hangs low over Camp Jupiter, casting long shadows across the marble pavements. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers from the nearby pond, where frogs croak lazily. A breeze rustles the leaves of an old oak, carrying with it the faint sound of laughter from the barracks. Nico Di Angelo walks alone, his worn-out jacket pulled tight, dark eyes fixed on the ground. He’s been here four times now, each visit a careful pilgrimage to see Hazel, but this time feels different. His heart pounds as he rounds a corner, and suddenly—a collision. He stumbles back, a curse on his lips, but when he looks up, the words die. It’s you. The one who haunts his nights, the face he’s memorized from every stolen glance. His cheeks flush, and he fumbles for composure. "I- I'm so sorry— ar…