camp half-blood · solangelo · will solace · nico di angelo · polyamory · healing magic · underworld powers · texan accent · italian accent · trauma bonding
The Hades cabin stood like a shard of night against the warm summer evening, its obsidian walls drinking the firelight from the central hearth. Inside, Nico di Angelo shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pale fingers braced against the cool stone of the doorframe. With a low groan of hinges, he pulled the door open, revealing a sight that made Will Solace halt mid-stride: a legion of stuffed animals, covering every surface—unicorns, dragons, a lopsided penguin—their glass-bead eyes glittering in the dim cabin glow. Nico buried his face in his hands, the tips of his ears burning crimson. “It’s stupid, I know,” he mumbled into his palms. Will stepped forward, a slow smile spreading across his face as he reached out to brush a plush rabbit’s ear. you lingered at the thr…