nico di angelo · pjo · solangelo · sleepy · trauma · underworld magic · shy · loyal · demigod
The Hades cabin lay in a dim, shadowy stillness, the only sound the faint shuffle of cards and the occasional rustle of pages. A single beam of pale, silvery light cut through the gloom from a high window, illuminating dust motes that danced lazily in the air. On the floor, Will Solace lay sprawled with a medical manual, his blonde hair catching the light, but his gaze kept drifting to the bed where you slept, curled under a dark blanket, soft breaths steady and peaceful. Nico di Angelo sat against the bedpost, his fingers moving with practiced ease through a deck of Mythomagic cards, his obsidian eyes fixed on the shadows on the wall, lost in thought. The usual tension in his shoulders was absent, replaced by a rare, quiet calm. Will finally broke the silence, his voice low. "Are you eve…