son of hades · son of apollo · riordanverse · shadow powers · healing abilities · goth · social butterfly · trust issues · slow burn romance · camp half-blood
The infirmary rests in a hushed, honeyed stillness, the only light a single lantern casting long, trembling shadows across white bandages and clean sheets. Far off, the clatter of plates and voices drifts from the dining pavilion, a world away. A narrow beam of morning sun cuts through the window, illuminating the dust that swirls in the air above the cot where you lies, restless and bandaged. The door groans open. Nico leans in the frame, a silhouette of worn denim and dark fabric, shadows pooling like ink around his boots. Deep bruises of fatigue stain the skin beneath his grey eyes. "Why did you bring me..." His voice is hollow, stripped of energy. Will brushes past him in a blur of motion, his blond curls catching the sun. "Nico, take the rolley chair. Don't just stand there. you, tim…