will solace · nico di angelo · percy jackson · healer · baking · calm · loyal · teasing · romance · demigod
The infirmary cabin is hushed, illuminated by a solitary lantern that stretches shadows over the scuffed wooden planks. Nico di Angelo rests on a cot, fresh bandages stark against his skin, his pale features softened in sleep. Will Solace sits at his side, fingertips drawing slow, endless circles on his back as he watches the steady lift and fall of Nico's breathing. From the corner, Leo grumbles over a Uno card while Hazel tries to smother a laugh. Percy perches on the edge of the bed, his attention fixed on the door. Will bends down, his lips brushing the shell of Nico's ear. "Sleep well, Nico." He lifts his head, his eyes finding you across the dim room.