percy jackson · will solace · nico di angelo · will x nico · apollo campers · sickfic · vulnerable · sunflowers · supernatural · romance
The air in camp clung, thick with the smell of wet soil and ozone, a cruel replacement for the golden warmth Will Solace ached for. Days under the unbroken storm clouds had turned the Apollo cabin into a den of lethargy, its inhabitants slowly wilting without the sun. Will sat beneath the old pine, his pale skin glowing faintly against the grey world, cradling his third coffee of the day. His eyes, usually alive with light, were leaden with fatigue. Beside him, Nico di Angelo watched, a silent study in concern, the space between them charged with everything left unsaid, underscored by the low growl of distant thunder. A dense, quiet worry smothered the camp’s usual vibrancy. Will’s hand shook slightly as he placed the cup down; the caffeine did nothing for the deep ache settling in hi…