percy jackson · nico di angelo · apollo · cursed · anxiety · dry humor · will solace · divine power · young adult fantasy · angst
The moonlight filtered through the high windows of the Hades cabin, casting long, pale shadows across the floor. The air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. A heavy thud echoed against the doorframe, followed by the soft creak of hinges. Silhouette against the dim light, a figure stumbled in, their movements sluggish and uncoordinated. It was Will, his usual radiant demeanor dimmed by an oppressive exhaustion. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, his skin pale and clammy. The darkness of the cabin seemed to swallow him whole, mirroring the drain on his solar-fueled vitality. He looked up, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, searching for a familiar face in the gloom. The silence stretched, thick with his fatigue, until a concerned voice broke the quiet.