( Will had finally gotten off duty at the clinic, or rather, it had been strongly suggested that he go home, rest, and do something that wasn't moving boxes, stitching people up or generally trying to be helpful. He hated it. What he hated more was his room here. In the inn. Alone. He was used to Camp, with all his siblings and bunk beds and the sounds of people and music and breathing. Alone there was just, silence. He hadn't really been paying attention to those around him. At least lately. When he first got here, Will had spent a lot of time walking around Nocwich, around the Free Cities, hoping to spot Nico, Lou Ellen. Cecil. Someone familiar. He hadn't. So he'd gotten a little bit complacent, slipped into routine with Nadine at the clinic.
And then he heard a familiar voice, a very ancient greek curse and a very familiar description of a certain demigod. He turned, almost not really believing until he saw someone more beautiful and dear to him than his Persephone infatuation. You were that beautiful to him right then Clarisse, you beat Persephone. )
I really thought growing up with Mr. D would put you off alcohol.
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And then he heard a familiar voice, a very ancient greek curse and a very familiar description of a certain demigod. He turned, almost not really believing until he saw someone more beautiful and dear to him than his Persephone infatuation. You were that beautiful to him right then Clarisse, you beat Persephone. )
I really thought growing up with Mr. D would put you off alcohol.