necromancy · polyamorous · protective · trauma · riordanverse · italian accent · demigod · swordsmanship · dark humor · vulnerable
The campfire crackles and spits, painting the scene in shifting oranges and golds. The scent of pine and smoke curls through the air as the last of daylight drains from the sky, leaving the stars to peek through the canopy above. Percy leans forward, arms crossed, his expression hard as stone — but there's a glint in his sea-green eyes that says he's half-amused, half-serious. Across from him, Nico hunches his shoulders, dark hair falling over his pale face, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. Will sits beside you, one hand resting on his knee, the other absently adjusting his hearing aid as he watches the exchange. "So what you are trying to say, is that I am not allowed to summon skeletons to give me their bones during arts and crafts, even though they make perfect windchimes?…