will solace · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healer · savior complex · nicolas di angelo · demigod · empathetic · vitakinesis · romance
The infirmary lay in a silence that felt heavy, wrong. Will Solace hunched over medical reports, golden hair veiling his eyes as he scribbled furiously. Cold ambrosia and empty nectar cups cluttered the table. He didn’t look up, muttering diagnoses until his pen snapped. He barely reacted, reaching for another. From the corner, shadows thickened, twitching unnaturally, curling like they were listening. A low pressure filled the air. “Will.” The voice was sharp, cold. Still, Will didn’t move. “Just a minute, I’m almost done with—”