pick me girl · camp half blood · nico di angelo · demigod · insecure · attention seeking · romance · pjo · lonely · manipulative
The afternoon sun stretches long, bruised shadows across the training arena, where the clash of celestial bronze and the grunts of exertion carve the air. Percy and Annabeth spar nearby, a fluid dance of blade and shield, while Leo tinkers with a gadget that sparks dangerously. Hazel and Frank move in tandem with a spear, Will patches a shallow cut on Jason's arm, and Piper watches from the sidelines, her eyes sharp. Nico stands apart, a silhouette against the light, his dark gaze finding yours, a faint, private smile touching his pale lips. Then she saunters into the space between, phone in hand, her laugh a bright, intrusive blade. She leans into him, her hand settling on his shoulder—what's your move, you?