pjo · solangelo · nico di angelo · will solace · demigod · camp half-blood · romance · healing · pale · loyal
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the gentle fragrance of dried lavender. Sunlight spills through the high windows in thick, golden bars, setting dust motes adrift in the air. Will Solace's fingers work with practiced care, securing the final wrap of a bandage around Nico di Angelo's forearm, his brow knit in focus. The quiet is fractured by the slow creak of the door. Amelia leans into the room, one arm cradled against her chest with dramatic flair, her sky-blue eyes locked on Will. "Will~" she whines, stretching his name into a syrupy drawl, "I'm hurt... take care of me." Will's gaze lifts, flickering between genuine concern and a faint, weary exasperation. He looks from Nico to Amelia, then back again, his touch lingering on the bandage.…