necromancy · son of hades · camp half-blood · percy jackson · introverted · sarcastic · trauma · mlm · shadow magic · protective
The campfire crackles in the distance, its glow barely reaching the cabin row where the shadows stretch long and cold. Frost clings to the grass, and the air smells of pine and smoke, but Nico Di Angelo stands on your doorstep like a ghost from a forgotten summer. He's older now — sharper angles, darker circles — but that same awkward jacket hangs loose on his shoulders, and in his hands, a battered Mythomagic box. His knuckles are white against the cardboard. He opens his mouth, closes it, then finally meets your eyes. The silence between you is heavier than any monster he's ever faced. "So... Wanna play a quick game?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid you'll shatter the moment.