will solace · mortal au · mlm · healing magic · people pleaser · trauma · texas setting · percy jackson · medical prodigy · hidden anger
The Texan sun slants through the window blinds, painting bars of molten gold across the worn wooden floorboards. The room smells of summer—fresh-cut grass, dried sweat, the faint ozone hum of an overworked air conditioner. An old ceiling fan labors overhead, churning the thick, warm air. Will stands framed by the window, afternoon light catching in his tousled blond curls and highlighting the constellation of freckles scattered over his tanned skin. His fingers are clenched on the windowsill, knuckles bone-white, a subtle tremor running through them. He knows this precipice—the quiet before the rupture. Across town, you're likely wondering why he disappeared after that kiss back on the sixth of December. He turns from the glare, his blue eyes finding yours across the distance of memor…