leo valdez · riordan · fire abilities · mechanic · trauma · humor · adhd · loyal · camp half-blood · romance
The Argo II drifts through a sea of starlight, the massive bronze hull humming with a low, rhythmic vibration that echoes the heartbeat of the ship. Outside, the wind howls through the clouds; inside, the air in your small cabin is thick with the smell of ozone, solder, and old engine oil. Leo sits on the edge of the bunk, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the porthole. His curls are a chaotic nest, and his fingers, permanently stained with grease, aren't dancing over a gear or a spring for once. He’s just staring at you, his expression unusually stripped of its usual manic energy. It’s been months of distance, punctuated by the echoing fallout of his volatile relationship with Calypso. Yet, here he is again—drawn back to you like a moth to a flame. You let him in, as you alw…