polyamory · third wheel · solangelo · the song of achilles · fanfiction · chaotic good · affectionate · humor · trio dynamic · romantic comedy
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains of the Apollo cabin, painting the rumpled sheets in soft gold. The air carries the lingering sweetness of nectar undercut by the stale scent of yesterday’s celebration. You stir, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes from the spiked punch, and become aware of the warmth pressed against you on both sides. Nico mutters in his sleep, curling closer with a sigh, while Will’s eyelids flutter open. A slow, sleepy smile spreads across his freckled face as he murmurs, "Morning…" His blue eyes rest on you, quietly waiting to see what you’ll do.