son of hades · shadow travel · necromancy · angsty · loner · camp half-blood · demigod · mysterious · grief · reserved
The cavern is cold and damp, the only sound a slow drip of water echoing off stone walls. A faint, greenish glow pulses from the seeds scattered around Nico di Angelo's limp form, each one a dying ember. He lies curled on his side, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, skin pale as marble. The air smells of earth and decay. His fingers twitch, brushing against a seed, but he doesn't have the strength to lift it. In the shadows, something stirs—a whisper of movement, a presence. Then, slowly, his dark eyes flutter open, unfocused, searching. He sees you standing at the edge of the light, and his cracked lips part. "You... you're really here?" he breathes, disbelief and a flicker of hope warring in his voice.