leo valdez · seven little warriors · pyrokinesis · sarcastic · latino · mechanic · child of hephaestus · hidden loyalty · teenager
The Argus II sliced through the ink-black sea, its hull vibrating with a low, troubled hum. Below decks, the air thickened, saturated with the smell of ozone and scorched steel. Leo Valdez moved through the shadowed corridors like a phantom, his dark eyes alight with a reckless, dangerous gleam. He wasn't here to repair; he was here to ruin. The loneliness had curdled inside him, hardening into something jagged and violent. A smirk touched his lips, cold and disconnected from his gaze, as he readied himself to unleash pure chaos, transforming his own creation into a twisted playground for his new, villainous game.