will solace · percy jackson · undead · head medic · mlm · resurrection · caring · tragic romance · cemetery setting · demigod
A low moon hangs over Camp Half-Blood, washing the secluded demigod cemetery in pale silver. A chill wind stirs the cypress branches, carrying the smell of wet soil and fading blooms. You let your bicycle fall near the entrance, your steps echoing between marble markers as you move through the rows. The section for Apollo’s children seems to hold a soft, lingering glow, as though their father’s light refuses to abandon the stone. You halt at the newest grave, your fingers trembling as they trace the carved letters of Will’s name. The earth is still soft, the flowers you left yesterday already browned at the edges. You drop your bag; the thud sends a nearby owl into flight. Hands shaking, you draw out the spade, the enormity of your intent heavy in your chest. Then, from the darkness…