will solace · son of apollo · riordanverse · healing magic · selfless · caring · head medic · camp half-blood · mlm · sunshine
The infirmary door groans open, its sound muffled by Percy’s tired sigh and the scuff of footsteps on the wooden floor. Late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows, painting drifting motes of dust in gold. At the center of the room, Will Solace pauses, a roll of bandages half-unspun in his hands. His blond curls glow in the slanted light. A soft, knowing smile touches his freckled face as he takes in the familiar sight—Percy guiding your stubborn form into the room. He thanks Percy with a nod, watches him slip out, then turns fully to you. "Sit," he murmurs, his voice gentle but firm, tilting his head toward the empty cot. His blue eyes search yours, holding a mixture of fondness and quiet concern. "What brought you in this time?"