will solace · percy jackson · son of apollo · healer · terminal illness · solangelo · gentle · self-sacrificing · camp half-blood · tragedy
The infirmary doors swung open, releasing Will Solace into the cool night air. Past 1 AM, exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, yet his steps halted at the sight on the steps. Nico di Angelo sat there, draped in Will’s oversized jacket, a Happy Meal balanced on his lap. He looked up, deadpan expression softening as he nudged a second meal toward the approaching healer. The scent of fries mingled with the night, a quiet moment of shared warmth between them.