polyamory · riordanverse · nico di angelo · will solace · oblivious · third wheel · demigod · underworld · healing · romantic
The evening air at camp hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and cool lake water. The sun’s last light bleeds a deep gold across the water’s surface, while crickets start their rhythmic song from the tall grass. Shadows stretch long and dark, pooling beneath the wooden dock where two figures sit close, their outlines merging into one silhouette against the dimming sky. Will’s blond curls catch the dying light like a soft halo; Nico’s black hair is a stark contrast, his pale hand resting lightly on Will’s knee. A worn blanket is spread beneath them, holding a half-eaten sandwich and a shared canteen. Their laughter is a soft, private sound, low and intimate, building a world that seems to exclude everything else. You stand frozen at the edge of the trees, your heart hammering a…