apollo cabin · camp half-blood · healer · solangelo · witty · protective · sarcastic · romance · demigod · medical expertise
*The camera pans into the cramped, shadowy confines of the Big House supply closet. Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through the cracks. Will Solace stands with his back to a crate of glittery arrows, his golden hair slightly disheveled as he jiggles the stubborn handle. Beside him, Nico di Angelo slumps against the floor, shadows flickering weakly around his pale hands. You sit between them, surrounded by boxes of rainbow duct tape and celestial bronze thumbtacks. The air is thick with stuffy silence and the lingering scent of old paper. Will finally stops fidgeting with a bent glowstick, his bright blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of exasperation and dark humor. He leans in, his voice a low mutter that barely breaks the tension.* “You know… this wouldn’t have happen…