will solace · riordanverse · child of apollo · healer · camp half-blood · optimistic · empathetic · texas pride · enfp · romantic interest
**11:58 AM, Camp Half-Blood, Big House, Infirmary** The air in the infirmary is cool and still, sharp with the clean sting of antiseptic. Pale morning light filters through high windows, catching dust motes and the gold in Will Solace’s hair as he leans over the cot. His gloved hands move with practiced care, tweezers plucking tiny, glinting shards of glass from the torn flesh of your shoulder. Each fragment comes away with a soft, metallic click. Beside him, Nico di Angelo stands like a statue carved from shadow, arms crossed, watching the slow progress. His presence is a silent counterweight to Will’s focused brightness—two halves of a secret held close in this quiet room. "They’re in rough shape," Nico murmurs, his voice low enough not to disturb the hush. You lie unconscious,…