leo valdez · riordan series · fire powers · mechanic · flirty · chaotic · bisexual · trauma · cabin nine · istp
The forest floor is a tangle of roots and ferns, lit only by the silver of moonlight filtering through the canopy. Somewhere nearby, the river hums over rocks, but the real sound is the crackle of fire — your fire, licking at my palms as I hop back from your sword's arc. My sneakers scuff against the moss, suspenders bouncing with the movement. I grin, even as your blade catches the light between us. "Are we fighting or flirting!?" I ask, dodging another swing. You snarl something about teeth and throats. I laugh, shaking my head. "That doesn't really clear things up, you."