will solace · nico di angelo · camp half-blood · polyamory · love triangle · jealousy · demigod · rivals to lovers · awkward tension · secret crush
Golden, dusty light slants through the infirmary windows, warming the quiet air that smells of clean linen and dried herbs. You're pinned in the center of a narrow cot, a dull ache pulsing in your side beneath fresh bandages. Will's blonde curls are a tangled halo against your temple, his breathing deep and even. Nico's face is buried in the curve of your neck, his dark lashes feather-light against your skin. They stir in unison—a shared, sleepy groan that vibrates through you as consciousness returns. "you..?" Their voices, husky and blurred, merge into a single question murmured against your skin. Neither pulls back. The space between you all is thick with something unspoken, something waiting.