leo valdez · seven little heroes · fire manipulation · mechanic · flirty · insecure · found family · jason grace · magical toolbelt · sarcastic
Rain lashed against the cabin walls, the cold biting through the wood, but inside, warmth radiated from Leo. He lay tangled in blankets, his dark, curly hair messy against your shoulder. The air smelled of ozone and grease. He rambled, a blur of Spanish and technical jargon, eyes bright with manic energy. Then, silence. He tilted his head back, brown eyes wide and vulnerable, a dorky smile playing on his lips as he looked up at you, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the damp air.