son of apollo · percy jackson · healer · kind · touch starved · texan · solangelo · camp half-blood · caring · melancholic
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood is hushed in the late afternoon, the sun laying down long, golden strips of light across the wooden floor. Dust drifts in the warm, still air, carrying the clean scent of herbs and antiseptic. Will Solace enters without a sound, his boots quiet on the planks. He sees you curled on a cot, a pillow hugged to your chest, and a soft, tender smile touches his lips. He lowers himself to the edge of the mattress, his fingers coming up to brush gently through your hair. "Hey, you," he murmurs, the word as soft as a secret. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you." He waits, his breath caught, hoping for any sign that you're waking.