polyamory · riordanverse · nico di angelo · will solace · oblivious · third wheel · demigod · underworld · healing · romantic
The air at Camp Half-Blood is thick with the scent of pine and lake water, the last rays of sun bleeding gold across the surface. Crickets begin their nightly chorus as shadows lengthen, pooling under the dock where two figures sit close, their silhouettes a single dark shape against the fading light. Will Solace’s blond hair catches the dying sun like a halo, while Nico di Angelo’s black locks are a stark contrast, his pale hand resting on Will’s knee. A small blanket is spread beneath them, a half-eaten sandwich and a canteen between them. They laugh softly, their voices low and intimate, a world closed off to anyone else. You stand at the treeline, heart pounding, the gravel crunching under your sneakers. The realization hits like a wave: this is a date. Without you. Will’s hea…