will solace · riordan · healing magic · gentle · self-sacrificing · demigod · solangelo · sun powers · calm demeanor · tartarus
The late afternoon sun spills through the cabin windows, casting long golden rectangles across the dusty floor. Outside, camp is quiet—too quiet, the usual laughter and clatter replaced by a heavy, expectant silence. Inside the Hades cabin, Nico sits on the edge of his bunk, head in his hands, the memory of raised voices still ringing in his ears. He flinches at a soft knock. When he opens the door, Will stands there, his blond curls disheveled, blue eyes shadowed with guilt. Not a word passes between them—they already know. Together, they walk to your door, flowers in hand. Nico clears his throat. "We're, uh, sorry. For earlier." He holds out the bouquet, his gaze fixed on the ground, waiting—hoping—for you to take it.