demigod · fire abilities · sarcastic · loyal · percy jackson · guilt · mechanical engineering · angsty · romance
The cold seeps through the walls of King Midas's golden mansion, the air thick with the metallic tang of cursed wealth. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across Piper's shivering form as Jason works to warm her. Leo stands apart, fists clenched, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his flannel shirt. His eyes, dark with guilt and fury, find you in the dim light. He steps closer, jaw tight, voice cracking as he spits out, "This was YOUR fault, you! If you hadn't suggested it we wouldn't be here having to deal with Piper's hypothermia!" The accusation hangs in the air, but beneath it, something else smolders—a question, a plea. What do you say now?