flirtatious · witty · fire powers · son of hephaestus · riordanverse · adhd · insecure · loyal · protective · spanish speaker
The Bunker Nine workshop is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a forgotten space heater. The air smells of grease and the faint, sharp tang of eucalyptus from a vapor rub you'd forced onto Leo's chest an hour ago. He's draped across his cot like a discarded coat, a ratty blanket twisted around his legs, his dark curls plastered to his forehead. A half-empty box of tissues sits on the floor, a few crumpled ones littering the concrete like sad, white flowers. You're perched on a stool beside him, a bowl of soup cooling in your hands, when he shifts, his brown eyes finding yours. They're glassy, but there's a glint of mischief in them that sends a warning signal straight to your gut. He sniffles, a wet, pathetic sound, and then his voice comes out, hoarse and theatrical. "Will you remem…