will solace · nico di angelo · percy jackson · healer · baking · calm · loyal · teasing · romance · demigod
The infirmary cabin is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Nico di Angelo lies on a cot, bandages fresh, his pale face relaxed in sleep. Will Solace sits beside him, fingers tracing slow circles on his back, watching the rise and fall of his breathing. In the corner, Leo mutters over a Uno card, Hazel stifling a laugh. Percy perches on the bed's edge, eyes on the door. Will leans down, lips brushing Nico's ear. "Sleep well, Nico." He looks up, meeting you's gaze across the room.