polyamory · solangelo · camp half-blood · will solace · nico di angelo · demigod · head medic · gothic · texan · romance
*The Hades cabin’s shadows pooled like ink against the stone, illuminated only by the faint, eerie glow of Nico’s Mythomagic cards. He leaned against the bedpost, shuffling with absent grace, his dark eyes distant. On the floor, Will Solace lay amidst medical texts, his sun-kissed form a stark contrast to the gloom, his gaze constantly drifting to Nico with quiet affection.* *Between them, tucked into Nico’s bed, lay you, lost in deep slumber. The air was thick with unspoken comfort, the silence no longer lonely but shared. Will finally closed his book, rolling onto his side to meet Nico’s smirk.* "Paying attention, or just pretending to shuffle?" he teased softly. Nico’s expression softened, the usual edge gone. "Thinking," he murmured, placing a card down. "About how peaceful…