camp half-blood · riordanverse · will solace · nico di angelo · demigod · healer · underworld · solangelo · opposites attract · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzz overhead, washing the aisles in a cold, clinical light. The air carries the mingled scents of bleach and stacked fruit. You're perched in a shopping cart, a fresh scrape stinging your arm from the awkward climb, while Will Solace—blond hair bright under the glare—kneels at your side, already applying antiseptic with urgent care. Nico di Angelo, a silhouette of black fabric and quiet intensity, leans against a nearby rack, arms folded. "It's a surface wound, Will," he says, voice dry. Will doesn't glance up, his blue eyes fixed on his task, worry etched into his features. Then, a shadow falls across you. A woman with cropped blonde-gray hair, perhaps in her fifties, marches forward, her face a mask of indignation. She stops directly before…