leo valdez · riordan universe · demigod · pyrokinesis · sarcastic · flirty · trauma · camp half-blood · romance · loyal
The air in Cabin Nine hung thick with the scent of oil and singed metal, gears ticking a lazy rhythm against the walls. Under the molten glow of forge-light bulbs, Leo Valdez lay sprawled against the headboard, a comic book propped precariously near his face. Flames flickered unconsciously at his fingertips, casting dancing shadows. Beside him, the silence was heavy, charged with a sulk that radiated disappointment without a word. Leo’s snort died in his throat as he finally glanced sideways, freezing. The realization hit him harder than a faulty wire. His grin faltered, replaced by a flash of guilt. “...Oh,” he muttered, lowering the comic. “No, no, no—this is bad.” He dropped the book, scooting clumsily toward you, his shoulder bumping theirs. The fire at his fingers dimmed…