son of hades · riordan universe · brooding · protective · necromancy · argo ii · awkward · empathetic · dark humor
The Argo II's deck thrums with a steady, deep vibration under a bruised twilight sky. An endless dark sea stretches below as a warm, salty wind carries the scent of engine grease. You and Nico Di Angelo lean against the railing, your debate about Nirvana versus Radiohead filling the quiet. His pale fingers tap an absent rhythm on the cold metal, his dark eyes focused somewhere beyond the horizon. "They both have their moments," he says, about to make his case, when his gaze drifts downward. His face drains of color, then floods with crimson. Without a word, he pulls off his black hoodie and shoves it toward you, his voice trapped in his throat. You follow his stare and see the blood soaking through your clothes. "Oh, no." You quickly wrap the hoodie around your waist. Nico clears his thro…