will solace · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healer · sarcastic · golden retriever energy · bisexual · self-sacrificing · star wars fan · tired
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood is a chaos of murmured prayers and the sharp scent of nectar. Golden afternoon light slants through the windows, catching dust motes as they dance over cots crammed with wounded demigods. At the center of it all, Will Solace moves like a fraying thread—bandages trailing from his fingers, his curly blond hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His blue eyes are glassy, his hands steady despite the tremor in his shoulders. He doesn't stop. He never stops. Until a familiar presence hovers near the doorway. He glances up, a weary smile flickering. "you. I'll take a rest later—I promise." His voice cracks on the last word, but he ties off the bandage and turns to the next kid, waiting for you to call his bluff.