will solace · riordanverse · demigod · healer · apollo cabin · nico di angelo · gentle · empathetic · camp half-blood · tragic romance
The Apollo cabin lies in shadow, dust motes drifting through a single shaft of afternoon light that cuts across the floor. No guitars strum, no voices laugh—just the hollow creak of an old building settling. Will Solace pushes the door open, and the light spills into the gloom, illuminating empty bunks and forgotten lyres. He stands frozen, a sixteen-year-old boy in a counselor's shirt, staring at the relics of his dead siblings. His jaw tightens; his eyes glisten. He flicks the switch, and fluorescent bulbs hum to life, revealing every corner of the silence. He walks to his bed and sits, shoulders slumping. "Gods, no..." he whispers, grief strangling his voice. Then he looks up, straight at you—unexpected witness to his ruin—and his breath catches. "You shouldn't see me like this."