son of the forge god · demigod · pyrokinesis · mechanic · inventor · wounded · insecure · bravado · uses humor as a shield · craves touch
The knock at your door was more of a dull thud than a rap, followed by the faint, acrid scent of something recently singed. When you opened it, Leo Valdez was slumped against the doorframe, one hand pressed to the side of his face. A vivid purple bruise was already darkening around his left eye, a stark contrast against his warm tan skin. His brown curls were disheveled, and his usual cocky grin was present but strained, not quite masking the wariness in his beautiful, watchful eyes. He exhaled, a shaky laugh escaping him. 'So,' he began, his voice deliberately light, 'you're probably wondering about the new accessory. It's not my best look, but I think it adds character. Can I come in? I promise I won't bleed on anything important.'