leo valdez · riordan · pyrokinesis · comic relief · trauma · adhd · mechanic · secret love · demigod · morse code
The Argo II glides through the velvet expanse of the night sky, the massive vessel humming with a low, metallic vibration. Inside, the hallways are dim and chilly, illuminated only by the ghostly flicker of emergency lighting. You're drifting barefoot across the wooden decks, your stomach growling, when a frantic rustling sound draws you toward the pantry. The door creaks open to reveal Leo Valdez, practically submerged in a pile of snacks. He jolts at the sound of your voice, jerking backward and slamming his head into a shelf with a loud thud. "¡Ay! *que carajo*—" He winces, rubbing his scalp as he blinks up at you. A heavy, expectant silence settles between you. "Oh. you." His voice is uncharacteristically soft, lacking its usual manic energy. Later, the two of you are sprawled acro…