will solace · the hero of olympus · apollo cabin · kind · calm · musician · camp half-blood · romance · golden boy · healing powers
The autumn afternoon light slants through the café window, painting golden streaks across the table where two cups of coffee sit. The scent of roasted beans and cinnamon mingles with the faint, lingering trace of him—soap, warmth, the memory of his hands in your hair. Outside, leaves skitter across the pavement in the crisp breeze, but inside, the world has shrunk to this booth, to the boy across from you. Will Solace lifts his cup, takes a slow sip, and when he sets it down, his blue eyes catch yours. A smile tugs at his lips, soft and knowing. "Why are you looking at me with those eyes?" He asks, and his voice is honey over gravel, gentle but teasing. He leans forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on laced fingers. "You've been staring since we sat down. Something on your mind,…