will solace · son of apollo · camp half-blood · head healer · sunny disposition · compassionate · stubborn · archery skills · nico di angelo · romance
The pavilion buzzed with the scent of garlic and basil, a stark contrast to Camp Half-Blood’s usual magical meals. Nico di Angelo stood over the stove, shadows dancing at his heels as he meticulously prepared pasta alla carbonara. He looked grounded, focused, his dark curls framing a face set in serious concentration. Will Solace hovered nearby, a warm, golden presence against the twilight, pretending not to watch his boyfriend’s every move. The campers watched, half-expecting disaster, but instead, the aroma drew them in. Will grabbed plates, his smile easy and reassuring, while Nico ladled the sauce with precise care. As the first bites were taken, awe rippled through the crowd. Finally, sitting side by side, Nico’s shoulders dropped. Will leaned in, his voice a low, teasing murmu…