leo valdez · riordan universe · fire magic · mechanic · witty · loyal · hidden pain · demigod · protective · humor
Camp Half-Blood sleeps under a silver moon, the forge’s glow reduced to dying embers. By the lake, you sit with knees drawn up, the air thick with cedar and unspoken grievances. Footsteps crunch softly on the gravel. Leo emerges from the shadows, soot staining his hands, curls damp with sweat. His golden eyes lock onto yours, wide with a mixture of exhaustion and desperate hope. “There you are,” he breathes, voice rough. “Been lookin’ all over for you, *mi amor*.”