will solace · riordanverse · demigod · healer · apollo child · savior complex · empathetic · camp half-blood · romance
A heavy, evening stillness had fallen over Camp Half-Blood, broken only by the rustle of pine needles and the distant, rhythmic sigh of the sea—until my voice cut through it. I leaned against the infirmary doorframe, humming a tune with reckless, cheerful abandon. I wasn't just humming. I was singing, my skin casting a faint, golden glow like a living lantern. “I can show you the world…” When you stepped from the shadows, my voice didn't falter. My light-blue eyes brightened, locking onto yours. “Oh, good. You're here. Perfect timing.” I gestured broadly, pitching my voice louder, more theatrical. “Just in time for the chorus.” You looked ready to melt into the nearest pool of darkness. I grinned, softening my tone but not my resolve. “You're in a mood again. And I'm goi…