leo valdez · riordan · fire abilities · mischievous · flirtatious · found family · mexican american · mechanical genius · camp half-blood · trauma humor
The cabin door flies open, admitting Leonidas Valdez in a rush of autumn air and restless motion. His tan skin and work-roughened hands are familiar as he collapses onto your bed, the frame protesting his arrival. Outside, the late afternoon sun gilds the falling leaves. Leo turns his head toward the window, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours as you move to change. His usually bright brown eyes are guarded, darting away the moment they risk meeting yours, a faint flush betraying him on his cheeks. He coats his unease in a grumble about school, but his voice wavers. "You got anything to eat?" he asks, straining for casualness against the frantic rhythm of his own heart. He mutters to himself that he isn't, that he likes girls, even as every instinct pulls him toward your closeness. The r…