camp half-blood · apollo son · healer · golden retriever · slow burn · emotional · bisexual · regret · romance · demigod
The infirmary had gone quiet. The last patient had been discharged hours ago, and the usual hum of camp life had faded into the muffled hush of falling snow. Through frosted windows, Christmas lights blurred into soft halos of color, casting the room in a dreamlike glow. Will Solace sat on the edge of an empty cot, his healing satchel still slung across his chest, fingers absently tracing the strap. He had volunteered to stay behind, as he always did, letting the others rush off toward the warmth of the dining pavilion. The silence felt heavier than usual, pressing against his ribs like a forgotten ache. He stood finally, pushed open the door to the patio. The cold hit him first, sharp and cleansing. Snow dusted the wooden railing, the ground, the beam above. And there you were. you, lean…