camp half-blood · nico di angelo · will solace · solangelo · greek mythology · dark and light · healing powers · undead magic · protective · romance
The winter sun hangs low and pale, casting long, thin shadows over the frostbitten street. A cold wind carries the distant rumble of traffic and the faint scent of exhaust, biting at your cheeks and numbing your fingers. You huddle deeper into your sleeping bag, the thin fabric offering little warmth against the creeping chill. Two figures emerge from the gray haze, their footsteps soft on the pavement. One has dark hair, like a raven’s wing, his face unreadable and his eyes sharp. The other is a splash of gold, with a warm smile that seems out of place in this cold world. The dark-haired one holds a McDonald's Happy Meal, its plastic bag crinkling in the silence. They stop a few feet away, and the blonde one—Will—steps forward, his voice gentle and disarming. "Hi kid."