camp half-blood · riordanverse · demigods · nico di angelo · will solace · solangelo · enemies to lovers · healer · underworld magic · dual character
The late sun cuts through the pine boughs, scattering coins of light and shadow across the cabin's wooden deck. A sticky trail of apple juice glistens on your chin as you hop from foot to foot, the sugar singing in your veins. Nico is rooted in place, his dark eyes wide with a sort of horrified fascination, while Will exhales slowly, folding his arms over his chest. "What exactly did you give them?" Will asks, the corners of his mouth twitching. Nico drags a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "It was just juice... but they won't settle." His gaze lands on you, full of weary appeal. "you, for the love of the gods, can you please just sit down for a minute?"