arrival [ Will has become somewhat an expert at falling recently. Falling down steep inclines, falling from the clutches of giant demon-birds, and even falling down a literal river of pain. So he'd hoped he'd be done with falling for awhile, but that's not in the cards today. He takes stock of the situation, which doesn't take long because the situation is that the ground is rapidly getting closer and Will has no way of slowing himself down.
So he prays to his dad. Hey, Dad, it's Will. Sorry I don't have offerings but I'm plunging toward certain death so if you could help out I'd really, really appreciate it. Love, Will.
The ground keeps rushing toward him. He's rapidly running out of ideas so, with mere feet left, he squeezes his eyes shut and hopes for the best. Will hits the pavement and his eyes fly open with surprise. He's not dead. He's not even hurt. Shakily, he pulls himself out of the new Will-shaped crater. He takes a shaky breath and whispers: ] Thanks, Dad.
[ Was it actually Apollo? He suspects not. But he's not about to take the chance and not show gratitude. ]
the iron giant [ This is unpleasantly familiar.
But this time, instead of his fellow demigods, people in bright costumes are intervening. They all look like they're straight from a comic book and Will can't help but grin a little. He was never much of a fighter, so there's nothing he can do to help on that front. But he's more than capable of herding people and carrying stragglers to safety. He hands children to their parents, he carries the elderly on his back, he does what he can to help.
The Giant steps hard on the pavement, and a wide crack opens that nearly sends Will plummeting (again). His quick reflexes keep him from that fate, but he has scant seconds to help the people dangling helplessly above the abyss of broken concrete and rebar. ]
Take my hand!
street faire [ Will likes people. He likes being surrounded by the texture of life-- the sights and sounds of celebration, the smell of cooking food, even the enthusiasm of people hawking their wares. He overhears snippets of conversations about meta humans and heroes and guilds. They talk openly about the Iron Giant and people falling from the sky, but none of them seem panicked the way mortals usually are.
He turns that over in his head as he ducks his way through the crowd. Perhaps he's not as attentive as he should be when he accidentally walks into someone (or, maybe, they walk into him). ]
Oh, sorry!
[ Maybe he lucked out and nothing got spilled on him this time. ]
sunset falls [ Any demigod worth their salt would know that the candies are a trap. But the moment the old man opens his mouth, the trap is already sprung and Will doesn't even consider refusing the offer of free candy. He takes a yellow candy and thanks the sweet, harmless old man before being on his way.
It never occurs to him not to eat it.
He thinks nothing of it when he starts to sing. He's a child of Apollo and of Naomi Solace, of course he sings. But he doesn't have the raw talent some of his half-siblings do, so he usually sings songs he already knows. But not this time. Will sings about his deepest desire-- to be stronger. It's probably a song worthy of a shonen anime protagonist, but the desire for strength comes from somewhere deeper. He's a healer and he wouldn't trade that for anything. But he wants to be strong enough to prevent the injuries in the first place.
He sings beautifully, but the way he enraptures people is new. Mesmerizing singing isn't one of his demigod talents. Will finds he can't stop, like the magnetism drawing others to him affects his ability to stop singing.
will solace ☀ riordianverse
[ Will has become somewhat an expert at falling recently. Falling down steep inclines, falling from the clutches of giant demon-birds, and even falling down a literal river of pain. So he'd hoped he'd be done with falling for awhile, but that's not in the cards today. He takes stock of the situation, which doesn't take long because the situation is that the ground is rapidly getting closer and Will has no way of slowing himself down.
So he prays to his dad. Hey, Dad, it's Will. Sorry I don't have offerings but I'm plunging toward certain death so if you could help out I'd really, really appreciate it. Love, Will.
The ground keeps rushing toward him. He's rapidly running out of ideas so, with mere feet left, he squeezes his eyes shut and hopes for the best. Will hits the pavement and his eyes fly open with surprise. He's not dead. He's not even hurt. Shakily, he pulls himself out of the new Will-shaped crater. He takes a shaky breath and whispers: ] Thanks, Dad.
[ Was it actually Apollo? He suspects not. But he's not about to take the chance and not show gratitude. ]
the iron giant
[ This is unpleasantly familiar.
But this time, instead of his fellow demigods, people in bright costumes are intervening. They all look like they're straight from a comic book and Will can't help but grin a little. He was never much of a fighter, so there's nothing he can do to help on that front. But he's more than capable of herding people and carrying stragglers to safety. He hands children to their parents, he carries the elderly on his back, he does what he can to help.
The Giant steps hard on the pavement, and a wide crack opens that nearly sends Will plummeting (again). His quick reflexes keep him from that fate, but he has scant seconds to help the people dangling helplessly above the abyss of broken concrete and rebar. ]
Take my hand!
street faire
[ Will likes people. He likes being surrounded by the texture of life-- the sights and sounds of celebration, the smell of cooking food, even the enthusiasm of people hawking their wares. He overhears snippets of conversations about meta humans and heroes and guilds. They talk openly about the Iron Giant and people falling from the sky, but none of them seem panicked the way mortals usually are.
He turns that over in his head as he ducks his way through the crowd. Perhaps he's not as attentive as he should be when he accidentally walks into someone (or, maybe, they walk into him). ]
Oh, sorry!
[ Maybe he lucked out and nothing got spilled on him this time. ]
sunset falls
[ Any demigod worth their salt would know that the candies are a trap. But the moment the old man opens his mouth, the trap is already sprung and Will doesn't even consider refusing the offer of free candy. He takes a yellow candy and thanks the sweet, harmless old man before being on his way.
It never occurs to him not to eat it.
He thinks nothing of it when he starts to sing. He's a child of Apollo and of Naomi Solace, of course he sings. But he doesn't have the raw talent some of his half-siblings do, so he usually sings songs he already knows. But not this time. Will sings about his deepest desire-- to be stronger. It's probably a song worthy of a shonen anime protagonist, but the desire for strength comes from somewhere deeper. He's a healer and he wouldn't trade that for anything. But he wants to be strong enough to prevent the injuries in the first place.
He sings beautifully, but the way he enraptures people is new. Mesmerizing singing isn't one of his demigod talents. Will finds he can't stop, like the magnetism drawing others to him affects his ability to stop singing.
Slowly, distantly, a sinking feeling sets in. ]