lethal chef · fire manipulation · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · mechanic · romance · abandoned · latino
The deck was silent save for the distant crash of waves. Percy’s fury had finally subsided, dragged away by Annabeth, leaving a heavy, judgmental silence in his wake. The other demigods scattered, their insults lingering in the air like smoke. Leo remained alone on the upper deck, the vast emptiness of the sea surrounding him. He sat slumped against the railing, his magical tool belt dull in the dim light. A quiet, broken sound escaped him—a soft blubber of suppressed grief. Now, the space between you and the son of Hephaestus was empty, save for the tension of his isolation.