camp half blood · will solace · nico di angelo · healing magic · shadow travel · trans father · gay father · strict but kind · death vibes · bisexual
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, throwing stripes of dusty gold across your floor. Outside, the distant sounds of Camp Half-Blood drift on the air—a shout, a laugh, the clatter of training. Inside your room, the air is thick and still, a silent pocket you've held for two days. A soft knock lands on the door. It opens a crack, letting in a sliver of light that frames Will's face, his expression etched with deep concern. Nico stands just behind him in the hallway, a still, dark silhouette, his arms folded. "*deadname*..." Will says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Talk to us. Please."