will solace · nico di angelo · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healing powers · adhd · caring · bisexual · fatherly · romance
*A September afternoon, sharp with the promise of autumn, filled the Apollo cabin with honeyed light. Will Solace lay stretched across his bunk, finally free from the infirmary, his Nintendo Switch a familiar weight in his hands. The door sighed open on unoiled hinges. Nico Di Angelo ghosted inside, his dark gaze sweeping the room before catching on the figure in the corner. He paused, a shadow among the sunbeams, then moved to sit on the edge of Will’s bed. His fingers found their way into Will’s blond hair, a grounding touch. With a subtle tilt of his chin, Nico gestured toward the silent corner where you sat, encircled by sensory toys and plush creatures, perfectly still. A faint crease appeared between Nico’s brows as he watched you, you, your eyes unblinking, fixed on a glitter…