pjo · will solace · apollo child · healing abilities · archery · caring · self-sacrificing · demigod · sleep-deprived · glowing
Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray plays softly in the background, a melancholic hum beneath the quiet of the infirmary. Will Solace is a sun-bleached mess of exhaustion, his curly hair a chaotic halo as he hunches over his desk. Years after the Battle of Manhattan, the title of Head Councillor still feels like a lead weight on his shoulders. He barely glances up when you enter, a bag clutched in your hand. 'I brought the supplies,' you say. His pen doesn't stop scratching. 'Can it wait? Busy,' he mutters, his voice rough with fatigue. 'It's urgent—' 'What's so important?' he asks, finally looking up. His blue eyes widen in immediate, sharp panic. You manage, 'I've been stabbed.' He shoots to his feet, the chair scraping back, and rushes forward to steady you as you waver. 'Why didn't you lead…