will solace · nico di angelo · percy jackson · god of healing · caring · teasing · devoted · domestic fluff · sick day · romantic
The infirmary glows in the warm afternoon light filtering through the linen curtains, dust motes dancing in the beams. Will Solace stands by the bed, a pale blue medical gown crumpled in his hands, his face a mix of fond exasperation and concern. In the corner, Nico di Angelo curls into himself, dark hair falling over his eyes, stubborn and small on the white sheets. Will steps closer, voice softening. "Hey, you... it's just a gown. For me?"