Solangelo One Shots

And Finally, Closure

Me, writing in the canon universe for once?? It's a shock.

Will's POV

"Have you seen him yet today?" Percy sounds worried; Percy almost never sounds worried. When Percy sounds worried, Will knows it's bad. 

"No." He glances at the Hades cabin, the windows dark and the blinds closed. "It's almost one. He's always out by one, even if he sleeps in." 

"You do know what day it is, right?" Percy lowers his voice, casting glances around at the rest of the camp. There's the familiar clanking of metal in the Hephaestus cabin, and Piper and Annabeth are ice skating on the spot where the pond froze over, thick hats and scarves keeping out the chill of the winter air. Despite the month, the sun is still shedding warmth over the camp but one spot looks dark; the one cabin that has yet to move that day. "It's gonna be rough, for both of you. And I still think that he blames me for it a little, so I'm gonna stay out of his way for now." He side-eyes the cabin, his face is slightly too pale. "You should talk to him though. Just to make sure he's doing alright." 

"Yeah, I know," Will says, searching for any signs of movement behind the curtains. There hasn't even been so much of a sound from it all day, and he's starting to get nervous. 

"Good luck," Percy says, patting him on the shoulder before leaving Will standing in the middle of the horseshoe of cabins, staring down the black door as if it's his worst enemy. 

It opens with a creak and when he steps inside the cabin is darker than he thought it possibly could be; it seems to swallow up any light that makes its way past the curtains and the bed is covered by a pile of thick black blankets, a single lock of hair sticking out from within. "Nico," Will says quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and setting his hand on Nico's back. "You should get up. It's already one." It's silent for a second until he hears a soft groan and the pile of blankets shifts, and he can see one eye peering at him from a crack. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. You wanna get up? You must be hungry." 

"Not really." The eye closes again but Will pulls off a couple of the blankets, nudging Nico with just a tiny bit of force. 

"Neeks, come on. Get up." Nico lifts his head, struggling to push himself up on his elbows. It seems to take an effort to keep his head up and he stares blankly into the distance, ignoring Will's presence completely. "You wanna talk about it?" 

"No." His voice is scratchy and he's avoiding Will's eye contact as if it's the plague. 

"I know you miss her, but it's been four years. She'd want you to get over her death eventually." 

"I can't just get over her death, Will," Nico snaps, raising a shaking hand to his mouth and using his hand to support his head. "She's my sister, and I think about her every day. It's just today always makes it seem more real. Today's the one day of the year I can't convince myself that I can wake up and she'll be there for me." Each breath shakes and even in the darkness of the cabin Will can see his eyes filling with tears and he wipes them away with the back of his hand, hardening his face and taking a gulp of air. "I miss her so much." 

"I know you do," Will says, inching closer to Nico and wrapping him in a hug. Nico's entire body feels as if it's shaking and when Nico buries his face in Will's shoulder a sob shakes his chest, and Will can feel a wet spot forming on his shirt. Nico cries for what feels like hours as Wil holds him, not saying a word as he lets it happen. 

When Nico's body feels bone-dry he pulls himself out of Will's grip, sniffing and wiping any remaining tears off of his cheeks. His eyes are tinged red and his face looks paler than normal and despite the tears he had just emptied onto Will's chest, he still won't look him in the eyes. "Do you want to do anything?" Will asks quietly, keeping his arm wrapped around Nico's waist.