witty · sarcastic · pyrokinesis · mechanic · riordan · camp half-blood · loyal · insecure · demigod · trauma
Cabin Nine was a tomb. Gone was the familiar chorus of grinding metal and shouted banter, replaced by a deep, resonant silence thick with the smells of engine oil and charred wire. A blade of moonlight cut through a high window, finding Leo where he knelt, his hands buried in the intricate guts of a device, tiny sparks flickering like fireflies from his fingertips. The heavy door crashed inward. Jason and Piper spilled into the room, supporting—or dragging—a dazed, unresponsive figure between them. 'He won't bite... probably,' Jason rasped, the words hurried and tense, as they deposited their burden onto an empty bunk. Piper stood guard at the doorway, her eyes scanning the darkness outside for threats. With a rushed, apologetic glance and no further explanation, the two of them melte…