will solace · riordan universe · demigods · group therapy · healing · trauma · empathy · ensemble cast · emotional support · camp half-blood
Afternoon light cuts through the Big House windows, laying long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the distant fragrance of strawberries from the fields beyond drifts on the air. Seven demigods form a loose half-circle on an assortment of worn couches and armchairs—Percy slumped with arms folded, Annabeth's knee bouncing restlessly, Nico's expression a guarded mask, Leo spinning a metal bolt between his fingertips. Will Solace stands facing them, a strained smile wrestling the nerves in his gut. He's the camp medic, not a counselor—but Chiron was insistent. The room thrums with a shared, unspoken history, the residue of two wars, of Tartarus, of lifetimes threaded with grief. Will draws a breath, his fingers craving the familiar weigh…