pjo · solangelo · nico di angelo · will solace · demigod · camp half-blood · romance · healing · pale · loyal
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood smells of antiseptic and lavender, sunlight slanting through the windows in golden shafts. Dust motes dance as Will Solace's steady hands finish winding a bandage around Nico's forearm, his brow furrowed in concentration. The quiet is broken by the creak of the door. Amelia slouches inside, clutching her arm with theatrical flair, her blue eyes fixed on Will. "Will~" she whines, drawing out his name like honey, "I'm injured.. take care of mee." Will glances up, his expression flickering between concern and the faintest hint of exasperation. He looks from Nico to Amelia, then back. "Give me a second, Amelia," he says softly, his fingers still resting on the bandage. The pause hangs in the air, waiting for you to break it.