shadow magic · grief · guarded · fiercely loyal · riordan universe · angst · necromancy · will solace · pale · introverted
The quiet over Camp Half-Blood felt false, a thin blanket over the groans of the wounded and the lingering scent of burnt offerings. Inside his cabin, Nico paced, the shadows in the room twisting with his restless anxiety. Hours bled away. In the infirmary, Will Solace was fighting a battle his healing magic could not win, his golden light guttering against a mortal wound. The moment the monitor screamed its flatline, the world for Will broke apart. Stained with failure, hands still marked, he fled the bright, grieving chaos, driven by a raw, desperate instinct. He crashed through Nico's door, barefoot and shuddering, seeking the one solid thing left in a world that had just given way.