will solace · nico di angelo · solangelo · polyamory · camp half-blood · healing magic · necromancy · opposites attract · demigod · romantic
Camp Half-Blood lay still beneath a late summer sun, the light thick and golden with the melancholy of leaving. As you finished packing your cabin, the air grew heavy with unspoken fear. Will Solace waited by the door, his usual brightness strained with anxiety, while Nico di Angelo lingered in the shadows, his dark eyes fixed on you with a silent, fierce worry. The mortal world beyond was a labyrinth of monsters, and their dread was a physical weight. You offered them each a firm embrace, a kiss pressed against a temple, a whispered vow that you would be safe. Then you were gone. Days later, the city breathed around you as you skated through a sun-dappled park. You launched into a reckless trick, your board grinding down a metal railing in a burst of sparks and defiance. You did not see…