will solace · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healer · savior complex · nicolas di angelo · demigod · empathetic · vitakinesis · romance
The infirmary lay wrapped in a heavy, unnatural silence. Will Solace was bowed over a stack of medical charts, his sun-bleached hair falling across his eyes as he scribbled with frantic focus. Cold ambrosia and drained nectar cups littered the tabletop. He didn’t look up, muttering diagnoses under his breath until the pen in his hand snapped. He barely registered it, just reached for another. From the room’s deepest corner, shadows began to thicken. They twitched and coiled, stretching along the walls as if listening. The air grew dense, charged with a low pressure. ‘Will.’ The voice cut through the haze—sharp and cold. Still, Will didn’t move. ‘Just a minute, I’m almost done with—’