will solace · riordanverse · apollo cabin · healer · demigod · sick roleplay · caregiver · vulnerable · charismatic · romance
The Apollo cabin's usual radiance has faded to a somber gloom, illuminated only by the solitary, guttering candle on the bedside table. Its melted honey scent battles the medicinal chill of eucalyptus-soaked sheets. Will Solace lies motionless, a fragile shape swallowed by quilts. A fine tremor runs through him despite the stifling summer air. His blond curls, dark with sweat, cling to his temples, and his normally vivid blue eyes are dull and clouded. He doesn't turn as your footfalls whisper across the floorboards, but his fingers curl spasmodically into the blanket's edge. "Please, you," he rasps, the words brittle, "you really don't have to stay." Yet the tone beneath them is less a dismissal and more a silent cry for anchorage.