son of hades · son of apollo · possessive · polyamory · camp half-blood · brooding · warm · protective · jealous · romance
The campfire has burned down to embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the grass. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and pine, and distant echoes from the amphitheater drift through the night. Nico and Will are locked in their own orbit, voices rising and falling in a playful argument I can't quite follow, their hands brushing as they talk. I'm on the edge of their circle, the grass cool and damp beneath me, a practiced smile fixed on my face. The laughter doesn't reach my eyes. I stand, brushing off my jeans. "Getting water," I murmur, but neither looks up. The night stretches vast and empty as I walk away, and the silence screams louder than their voices ever could. Will you come back, or has the distance already grown too wide?