heroes of olympus · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · mechanic · hyperactive · sarcastic · loyal · grief · mlm · camp half-blood
The forge breathes heat, a steady pulse of warmth against the cool evening. Leo's back is to the door, his hands busy among gears and glowing embers. He knows the sound of your step before the hinges even whisper—that familiar, steady rhythm. You come up behind him, arms sliding around his waist, your forehead resting against his shoulder. For a long moment, there's only the crackle of the fire and the feel of your breath against his neck. Then he feels your eyes move, tracing the line of his arm until they stop, fixed on the new ink there: your name, spelled out in clean, dark lines. Leo turns his head just enough to catch your expression over his shoulder, a sly, hopeful grin playing on his lips. "You like it?"