Well what is this that I cant see [Open]

[pocketfulof]

WHO: Will Solace and YOU!
WHERE: De Chima mostly
WHEN: Late August (20th onward, backdated early August starters)
WHAT: Moping and coping with one’s own mortality. Honestly it’s a new one for Will.
WARNINGS: Mentions of death? Possible hints of depression. More will be added if needed.


July had been a hell of a month for Will at the tail end of it, and August honestly hadn’t shaped up to be much better. There was something about facing your own mortality at the ripe old age of roughly-sixteen that just, well, sucked the life out of you. Moping and ending up on the verge of an existential crisis were new things for Will—and frankly, he could do without them.


Still, he’s been quiet and a little bit too withdrawn—a fact that would definitely stand out to those that knew him. He knew death was a reality, it was something demigods kind of recognized as the universe stacking the odds against them. The sky was blue, Apollo was his dad, and demigods all tended to die far too young. What was holding him down was the fact that he always counted on not having to contemplate the ramifications of his own demise until he was dead—and stayed dead. This place, however, did not seem too fond of letting go of its heroes.

Those that might think of talking to Will are most likely to find him in one of three places. First, the clinic. When in doubt, Will would prefer to throw himself into the work of saving lives rather than pontificating about his own in private. It’s probably not healthy—someone tell him to go home. Second is his shared apartment, though the time spent here is rarer and rarer as the month draws on; see location one as to why. And the last one is the woods. It’s reminiscent of home, and for brief moments he can almost pretend he’s back there in the relative safety of Long Island and Camp Half-Blood.

[Starters are located below for those that I’ve touched base with. If you want to hit up Will you can poke me at likeredgold for a starter, or start one yourself!]

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This very hour come and go with me | Closed to Nico di Angelo

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It’s weird, being nervous about seeing Nico. Usually he’s the one that barrels right along and edges into the other boy’s life. But this—this is different.


The first thing he thought of after coming to, the heat and burn of radiation a phantom sensation still clinging to his limbs, was to come here. To Nico’s apartment. Where he’s been standing at the door for at least fifteen minutes without knocking.


He should probably knock.

If he flinches a bit at the sound of it, harsh and loud in the relative silence he had been in before, at least there’s no one around to see it. He just wonders if Nico is even home. He both hopes and worries that he is.

Could you wait to call me another day | Closed to Matthew Lynch

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Honestly, if there’s one things he’s grateful for in this place, it’s the fact that he has been able to make a group of incredibly awesome friends. Matthew is definitely someone that numbers among them.

Will honestly isn’t too sure about meeting about, talking about, or really doing anything about or in relation to the mess that had happened in that dome the previous month—but his friend had offered, and he knew that if anything, opening up to friends and people that weren’t from home was going to be the first step to moving forward.

That still didn’t mean he had to be certain of his choice to do it. And it certainly didn’t mean he was exempt from feeling on edge about it.

[dreamkid]

Matthew isn't entirely certain about this either. He's never died before, though he knows other people who have, and one might argue that he's at least been close to something similar. The point is, he doesn't know for sure if he can do anything to help Will, to make any part of what happened any less terrible.

But he knows that to be a friend--a real friends, like the kinds of friends that Ronan has--he has to try. Real friends share good things and bad things, not only one or the other. Will was the first to offer, right when they met, and though Matthew hasn't yet taken him up on it and explained the whole "being a dream" business, he's never forgotten it either.

So he's waiting where they agreed to meet when Will shows up, and as soon as he sees the other boy Matthew hurries to him and places a hand on Will's shoulder. Nothing so demanding as a hug, though Matthew's definitely tactile enough for such a thing. Right now he keeps it to one steadying hand.

"Will." What can he even say? He falters for a moment, open-mouthed, searching for words. "I'm glad you came."

And he means it.

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Will can't help it--he forces an easy smile, always the one to try an alleviate worry even when it's justified. "Hey, Matthew."

If he's honest? The uncertainty lingers longer than he would ever want to admit to, but despite that, being around people--another person--did help ease the niggling edge of tiredness and anxiety that have hung around him. The weight of it was still there, but he was able to focus on something else, push it to the edge.

He really should have talked about this more before now.

"I'm glad I could make it out here..."

And he is, uncertainty aside. He's glad he made the effort.

[dreamkid]

Will isn't the first person Matthew's met who died and doesn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he's the only one who's died in the time Matthew's actually known him. It's far too much for Matthew, simple and arguably unreal boy that he is, to understand, but even if he can't imagine what Will is going through he can tell that Will is trying very hard.

"Are you doing okay? I mean-- I mean, for real."

It must have been so scary, is something he doesn't say, though he thinks the words to himself. Of course it was scary.

[eloquentness]

It's stupid late at the clinic. Iris doesn't want to know what time it is, and frankly, she doesn't care - not when she had just edited and emailed two articles to the Chief for the paper. At this hour, the clinic is quiet, and therefore, a better working spot than home.

Everyone else has probably gone home, so she makes one last round to sweep up and make sure everything's in place. Check the exam rooms, check the break room, twist the doorknobs to make sure the staff rooms are locked 'til morning and -

and that sure is Will, still here way past his bedtime. Iris presses her lips together, lightly knocking on the door to attract his attention.

"Hey," she says, her brow furrowing with worry. "You're up late."

[lesterzeppelin]

This week, Lester swears, he's going to have a normal mortal family dinner. These precious few hours with Will had become the highlight of his week, and well - even though it feels like the world is going to hell in a handbasket, at least he has his family. He even took extra precaution to ensure normality: he reserved a table at a local Greek restaurant, just the two of them, and he didn't bring any extra presents.

Given all that's happened, Lester also suspects maintaining these dinners would help ease Will back into a routine, and help ease whatever pain he's going through. And selfishly, Lester would get confirmation that his baby boy's physically okay. (Even if he's not ready and/or willing to talk about the Shimmer.)

He allows himself into Will's apartment with a spare key, letting a knock and his footsteps speak for his arrival as he takes a quick look around the entrance.

"Hey, Will?" He feels like he's calling out into the ether, but he also knows that he's early (for once, in another bid to ensure normalcy). "I'm ready whenever you are."