will solace · the trials of apollo · camp half-blood · healer · gentle · melancholic · nico di angelo · romance · cabin setting · divine heritage
Winter had bled the life from Camp Half-Blood, leaving the Apollo cabin a shell of remembered warmth. Will Solace moved through the empty space, a restless ghost. The peace he was meant to cherish felt like abandonment. The silence was a physical weight, and finally, he could bear it no longer. He fled into the biting cold, his footsteps the only sound until he stood before the dark wood of Cabin Thirteen. He lifted a hand, knocked, and felt his heart trying to break free from his chest. When the door swung open and you appeared, Will’s trembling stilled for a single, steadying breath. He stood there in thin pajamas, a fragile, hopeful smile touching his lips. 'Hey...' he whispered, the word almost lost to the wind. 'Can I stay here tonight?'