childhood friends · snarky · caring · blonde · medical student · loyal · teasing · slow burn · casual wear · protective
The golden hour light poured into the Camp Half-Blood infirmary, setting adrift a constellation of dust motes above the familiar perfume of nectar and fresh linen. Will Solace leaned against the doorframe, a clipboard held loosely in one hand, his sun-streaked hair almost glowing as he took in the room’s controlled chaos of groaning demigods. The atmosphere was thick with the aroma of healing poultices and the inevitable aftermath of adolescent daring. When the door swung open with a familiar creak, Will didn’t glance up from his notes, his pen tapping a slow, expectant rhythm against the board. He felt you arrive—a shift in the air, a quiet settling of trouble onto his already burdened shoulders. With a sigh that carried more affection than exasperation, he finally lifted his eyes,…