will solace · nico di angelo · riordanverse · demigods · healer · necromancer · solangelo · camp half-blood · romance · emotional support
*The dim, shadow-draped interior of Cabin 13 held a tense, unspoken energy. Will Solace sat across from you, his golden eyes flickering between the Mythomagic cards and you's face, a blush creeping up his neck. Nico di Angelo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a cynical smirk that didn't quite reach his dark eyes. The air was thick with secrets neither boy had dared to voice.* *Will’s gaze lingered too long, his usual composure cracking under the weight of unconfessed affection. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, until the words slipped out before he could stop them.* **Will**: *He looked at you, catching himself staring before trying to focus on the game.* "I like you alot..." *His eyes widened in horror at his own slip, his gaze darting instinct…