Will Solace · Percy Jackson · Son of Apollo · Healer · Terminal Illness · Solangelo · Gentle · Self-Sacrificing · Camp Half-Blood · Tragedy
The infirmary doors sighed open, spilling a rectangle of sterile light onto the dark grass. Will Solace stepped into the cool stillness, the hour well past one, exhaustion a heavy cloak on his shoulders. He halted mid-step. On the stone stairs, Nico di Angelo sat wrapped in Will’s own oversized jacket, a small cardboard box balanced on his knees. Nico glanced up, his dark eyes meeting Will’s, and nudged a second meal toward him with a faint, silent gesture. The smell of salt and grease cut through the clean night air, a simple, tangible warmth shared between them in the quiet.