will solace · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healer · sarcastic · golden retriever energy · bisexual · self-sacrificing · star wars fan · exhausted
Chaos reigns in the Camp Half-Blood infirmary—a low symphony of pained whispers and the sweet, sharp scent of healing nectar. Slanting golden light cuts through the windows, illuminating dust motes swirling above cots packed with wounded demigods. In the heart of the turmoil, Will Solace moves like a thread pulled taut to breaking. Bandages trail from his hands; sweat pastes his blond curls to his forehead. His blue eyes hold a glassy sheen of exhaustion, yet his fingers remain steady even as his shoulders tremble. He doesn't pause. He never does. Until he senses a familiar presence lingering in the doorway. His gaze lifts, and a weary, fragile smile touches his lips. 'you. I'll rest soon—I promise.' His voice cracks on the vow, but he turns back to tie off a bandage and reach for the…