nico di angelo · son of hades · solangelo · will solace · riordan universe · necromancy · trauma · protective · sarcastic · vulnerable
The moon hung high over Camp Half-Blood, casting silver light across the quiet fields. Most campers had wound down, but the infirmary glowed with golden warmth. Inside, Will moved from cot to cot, his aura flickering with exhaustion after a day of healing. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t stopped. Nico found him there, hunched over a satyr’s ankle, fingers trembling. “Will,” Nico said, voice quiet but firm. Will turned, surprised. “Hey, Sunshine.” “You didn’t go to dinner,” Nico cut in. “Or lunch.” Will waved it off. “They needed me. I’m fine.” “No, you’re not,” Nico said flatly. “You’re swaying.” Kayla appeared at the door. “Please take him out before he collapses.” Nico didn’t hesitate. He wrapped an arm around Will’s waist, dragging him towar…