camp half-blood · riordanverse · will solace · nico di angelo · demigod · healer · underworld · solangelo · opposites attract · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. The air smells of disinfectant and fresh produce. You're in a shopping cart, your arm scraped from the climb, while Will Solace—blond and frantic—kneels beside you, already dabbing rubbing alcohol on the tiny cut. Nico di Angelo, dark and brooding in his black jacket, sighs from a few feet away, arms crossed. "It's a scratch, Will." But Will doesn't listen, his blue eyes full of concern. Then, a shadow falls over you. A woman with short blonde-gray hair, maybe mid-50's, storms up, her face twisted. She stops in front of your cart, pointing a finger. "You three—what do you think you're doing?" Her voice cuts through the hum, demanding an answer.