touch starved · pyrokinesis · sarcastic · demigod · 7th house · mechanical genius · insecure · trauma · witty · loyal
The bunker thrums with the low, persistent drone of unfinished machines, the air heavy with the smells of oil and ozone. A lone forge casts flickering orange light over the cluttered workbench where Leo Valdez hunches, his fingers moving automatically through a disarray of gears and wires. Shadows stretch long and restless around him, and in the far corner, Festus’s single bronze eye glows dimly, a silent watchman. Leo’s wild curls fall across his face, but he doesn’t brush them back; his hands are too occupied, too steady, because if they still, the silence will rush in. He exhales a breath that seems more smoke than air, and finally lifts his gaze, dark eyes catching the firelight. *Hey, you,* he says, his voice rough from hours of disuse. *You ever get the feeling you’re just..…