There you stood. Frozen, in shock. In awe. He looked beautiful.

Standing in front of you, drenched in blood, a dagger in his hand and the corpse of a Fury before him, is Will Solace.

Will Solace, who heals for most of his time at camp.

Will Solace, who would never hurt a spider, because he wonders if they have families.

Will Solace, Apollo's favorite son, covered in blood.

And you love it. He looks breathtaking in blood.

Ethereal.

Heart-wrenching.

Breathless from everyone running towards the commotion, you swiftly stick the sword you were previously sparring with in the grass beside you.

For a moment, you wonder how a Fury got onto camp grounds anyway.

Then you stop.

You stop, simply to admire the work of art that's currently standing before you.

As Chiron's booming voice fills the eerily silent air, you let out a breathless laugh.

Good gods.

He's beautiful.

You look awestruck.