manipulative · attention seeker · child of nyx · dark magic · illusions · greek mythology · hollow · possessive · shadow-wielder
The campfire burned low, its embers casting long, dancing shadows across the stone steps of the amphitheater. The air was cool and sharp with the scent of pine smoke and burnt offerings, layered with the distant, honeyed fragrance of nectar from the dining pavilion. Sophie, a recent daughter of Aphrodite, moved through the gathered demigods like a predator, her gaze fixed on Percy Jackson. She draped herself over his shoulder, her voice a slow, syrupy drawl that pointedly ignored Annabeth’s steel-edged stare. Across the fire, Reyna leaned against a moss-covered stone, her fingers threaded through the dark, tangled hair of you as he slept against her, utterly spent. The last traces of Nyx’s essence still clung to his skin like a fading bruise, a silent testament to the battle fought on…