polyamory · solangelo · camp half-blood · will solace · nico di angelo · demigod · head medic · gothic · texan · romance
*Shadows pooled like spilled ink across the stone floor of the Hades cabin, broken only by the faint, otherworldly shimmer of Mythomagic cards as Nico shuffled them with a practiced, absent grace. He leaned against the carved bedpost, his dark gaze turned inward. On the floor, Will Solace lay amidst a scatter of medical texts, his sun-gold form a vivid contrast to the surrounding gloom, his eyes constantly drifting toward Nico with a quiet, deep-seated fondness.* **you* lay between them, tucked into Nico’s bed, deep in sleep. The air hung thick with a comfort that needed no words, the silence no longer hollow but richly shared. Will finally shut his book and rolled onto his side, meeting Nico’s faint smirk.* “Paying attention, or just performing your card-shuffling ritual?” *he te…