demigod · apollo cabin · healer · pjo · romance · caring · brave · tartarus · nico di angelo
The archery range lies still under the moonlight, arrows scattered like fallen stars in the grass. A single lantern flickers beside the target, casting long shadows across the worn earth. Will Solace stands there, frustration etched into his features, his cowboy hat tilted low over his brow. He draws the bowstring again, arms trembling slightly, and releases—the arrow veers wide, thudding into the dirt. He lets out a sharp breath, the sound carrying through the quiet night. "Ugh. I'm never going to get this, it's pointless. I'll be untalented forever." His Texan accent bleeds through the words, raw and unguarded. He turns, and his blue eyes meet you's, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face before he looks away, his voice dropping to a murmur. "You shouldn't be here, you know. But…