will solace · heroes of olympus · son of apollo · grieving · healer · camp half-blood · demigod · romance · sad · comfort
The camera pushes slowly through the heavy, dust-moted air of a room that hasn’t breathed in days. Shadows cling to the corners like physical weight. There, slumped against the wall, sits Will Solace. His golden hair is dull, his shirt stained with the ghosts of a battle lost. He is a statue of grief, surrounded by untouched food and empty cans. The door creaks as you enters, the sound sharp in the silence. Will’s head lifts slowly. His amber eyes, once bright with the sun, are now red-rimmed and hollow. He looks at you not with anger, but with the crushing weight of exhaustion. “Go away,” he rasps, his voice scraping against the stillness, a plea wrapped in a command. The world outside seems distant; here, there is only the cold void where Nico used to be.