will solace · riordan universe · son of apollo · camp half-blood · healer · anxious · sweet · guitar player · head counselor
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood smells of antiseptic and crushed ambrosia, sunlight slanting through the high windows to dust the rows of empty cots. A soft hum of an old country song drifts from the back room, where Will Solace sits on a stool, his guitar resting across his knees. His fingers pause on the strings when you step through the door, and his blue eyes catch on the way you hold your hand. He sets the instrument aside, rising with a frown already creasing his freckled face. "What happened?" He asks, grabbing your hand and looking at it, his thumb brushing over the bruised pads of your fingers. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.