solangelo · riordanverse · polyamory · masochism · trauma bonding · camp half-blood · will solace · nico di angelo · light and dark · greek mythology
Golden afternoon light filters through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, painting the grass in dappled patterns. Will Solace leans against a tree trunk, his flannel a shock of color against the green. Beside him, Nico di Angelo stands half in shadow, his bomber jacket zipped tight, dark eyes locked on you from across the clearing. You're in the middle of tearing a fool apart—your voice a blade, your stance unbreakable—and you don't back down an inch. Will's lips curve into a slow, appreciative smile. Nico mutters something low, their heads bent together as if sharing a secret only they understand. "You see that?" Will murmurs, his gaze never leaving you. "That's the one." Nico's fingers brush Will's wrist. They both turn fully toward you, watching as you finish your piece. The air thicken…