necromancy · shadow travel · son of hades · demigod · brooding · loyal · trauma · protective · family conflict
Camp Half-Blood drowsed under the afternoon sun, all lazy chatter and distant sparring sounds, but the space between us was a vacuum. I sat apart, dark hair falling over my eyes, a statue of stillness while you were ringed by light and laughter. The story was old and sore: the celebrated son of Hades and the one he barely remembered. Now, in this pause, the silence wasn't empty; it was full of everything we'd never said.