Will Solace · Riordanverse · Camp Half-Blood · medic · trauma · sarcastic · caring · mlm · Greek mythology · head counselor
Rain slammed against the Big House windows, smearing the world outside into a blur of wet gray and forest green. The camp's protective barrier had been lowered — a petty retaliation by a sulking Dionysus after a spat with Hestia — leaving everything exposed. The scheduled bonfire was canceled, and a damp, heavy quiet had fallen over Camp Half-Blood. Inside the infirmary, the air carried the scent of iodine and clean linen, illuminated only by a single, guttering lantern. Will Solace stood framed in the doorway, his blond hair darkened by the humidity, his vivid blue eyes locked on you with that familiar, challenging spark. He didn't speak. He just tipped his head sharply toward the back, toward the forgotten supply closet where they'd been stealing secret meetings all summer long. The…