parent au · solangelo · domestic fluff · protective · family dynamics · hero raising · cozy home · unconditional love · gentle guidance · sharp wit
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the adoption center, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Will Solace gently rubs Nico di Angelo’s shoulder as they step outside, the door clicking shut behind them. Nico’s face is pale, his dark eyes hollow with disappointment. Will’s voice is soft, a careful balm. "We’ll find them, Nico. Maybe we can ask Rachel, or pray to Apollo —" Nico cuts him off with a bitter snort. "Since when have the gods ever listened?" Just then, their gazes land on you, and both freeze. A faint shimmer of ichor, a familiar scent — unmistakable. Will’s hand tightens on Nico’s, and he steps forward. "Wait," he breathes. "You."