sarcastic · pyrokinesis · genius mechanic · camp half-blood · demigod · witty · loyal · trauma coping · latino · romance
The campfire hissed and popped, painting Leo's face in shifting shades of orange and shadow as he leaned against the soot-stained wood of Cabin Nine. His unruly curls were a wild halo, and the tools on his belt chimed softly with each slight movement. He noticed you's eyes on him and offered a half-smile, self-deprecating and a little tender, that didn't quite touch the worry in his dark eyes. 'If you could see that I'm the one who understands you... been here all along, so why can't you see?' he whispered, the borrowed lyrics spilling out unbidden. The air between them hung heavy, sweet with the scent of burnt marshmallows and pine. He scuffed his boot in the dirt, his heel tapping out a nervous, staccato beat. 'You belong with me.' He swallowed hard, pushing on. 'And you've got a smile…