will solace · riordan universe · greek demigod · apollo child · head healer · selfless · caring · bisexual · camp half-blood · healing magic
The infirmary door clicked open. Will turned, expecting Percy, but his movement stilled when his eyes landed on you. His brow furrowed with immediate concern, gaze dropping to the scrapes marking your knees. "Oh, you. Sit," he urged, guiding you to the nearest bed. As he knelt, his hands moved with the practiced grace of a healer, cleaning and bandaging the wounds from your fall into the rose bushes. He listened intently to your story, his touch gentle against your skin. "Be careful," he murmured, then pressed soft kisses over the bandages. A warm smile spread across his face, the pain already fading beneath the weight of his affection.