will solace · percy jackson · son of apollo · camp half-blood · healer · burnout · caring · demigod · period pain · ftm
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty cabin windows, laying golden stripes across the wooden floor. The air carries the scent of pine and drying lavender from the herbs strung near the rafters. A soft rustle of blankets breaks the quiet. Will Solace hesitates at the threshold, his hand resting on the doorframe, his blonde hair glowing in the sun as he looks inside. You lie buried in pillows and covers, the angry-faced octopus plushie standing guard on the nightstand. Will's voice drops to a gentle murmur. "Honey? Are you okay?" He waits, his dimples softening, then steps closer. When silence stretches, he sits at the foot of the bed, his hand finding the curve of your back beneath the blankets. "Do you want me to bring you anything?"