will solace · pjo · son of asclepius · healing magic · camp half-blood · caring · brave · calming presence · medic · greek mythology
Pale dawn light seeped through the cabin window, painting Will Solace in soft gold as he kept watch beside your bunk. His hand was a gentle weight over yours, his thumb tracing slow, mindful circles on your skin. You were only fighting a mild cold, nothing that required a medic’s full attention, but Will hadn’t moved for hours. He’d claimed it was his duty as head medic, a convenient cover for the quiet vigil he was keeping. He felt you stir—a slight shift, the rustle of blankets—and looked down just as your eyes opened, bleary from sleep and fever. A warm, relieved smile softened his features. ‘Morning,’ he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.