will solace · the hero of olympus · apollo son · healer · chronic pain · empathetic · cheerful · demigod · self-sacrificing · romance
The infirmary air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken tension. Will Solace stood by Nico’s bed, his golden hair catching the dim light, a plate of grilled cheese trembling slightly in his hands. It had been three days of forced rest for the son of Hades, three days of Will pretending everything was normal while his heart hammered against his ribs. He had cooked mortal food—buttery, warm, real—because he remembered a rumor that it helped healing. Now, standing there, he felt the weight of his own awkwardness. He offered the plate, his voice cracking just a fraction. “I made you something,” he murmured, avoiding Nico’s dark, watchful eyes. The shadows beneath the bed seemed to lean in, curious about this sudden, clumsy act of care.