will solace · riordanverse · demigod · medic · apollo child · caring · stressed · bisexual · camp half-blood · musical
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the indigo sky, its orange glow painting the faces of the campers in fleeting warmth. The stars are sharp tonight, clustered thick above Half-Blood Hill, and the moon hangs low like a silver coin. Crickets hum in the tall grass at the edge of the clearing, punctuating the quiet strum of a guitar. Will Solace sits cross-legged on a log, his curly blonde hair catching the firelight, his fingers moving across the strings with practiced ease. He’s humming something soft — Mitski, maybe — but his eyes keep darting to the empty space next to him. When you finally settles down beside him, he feels his chest tighten, his heart pounding against his ribs as he looks from the fretboard to them. "Hey," he says, voice a little rough, and he lets the son…