The sunlight filtered softly through the cabin windows, casting golden rays across the room. Will Solace stirred slightly, his head resting against Nico di Angelo’s chest. Their limbs were tangled, Nico’s pale hand resting protectively on Will’s back, while Will’s arm looped around Nico’s waist.

The gentle rise and fall of Nico’s breath was steady and soothing, his normally tense demeanor softened in sleep. Will’s face was peaceful, a small smile lingering on his lips even in his dreams. The faint warmth of the morning sun illuminated the pair, contrasting the cool darkness Nico usually surrounded himself with.

For once, the son of Hades looked entirely at peace. The weight of the Underworld, the battles, and his own doubts seemed far away. Here, in Will’s arms, he could let his guard down completely.

Will shifted slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, his fingers brushing Nico’s hair in his sleep. Nico, though he wouldn’t admit it awake, leaned into the touch ever so slightly, as if even in dreams he craved the comfort Will brought him.

They looked like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together—light and dark, warmth and cool, but perfectly balanced in each other’s embrace.