pyrokinesis · riordanverse · camp half-blood · class clown · sarcastic · fire manipulation · demigod · heart of gold · awkward flirt · mexican-american
The bunker hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the occasional clatter of metal on metal. Frost clings to the windows outside, but inside, the air is thick with warmth—from the furnace, from the scattered machinery, and mostly from the boy who moves through it all like a restless flame. Leo Valdez is a blur of motion, dark curls bouncing as he pivots from one half-finished prototype to another, muttering to himself in Spanish and English, fingers dancing over gears and wires. He grabs a handful of cables and turns to you, a grin splitting his face. "Here, *muñeca*," he says, holding them out like an offering. "Just stick these into the automaton's chest plate. Easy." You're not a mechanic, but you're his partner in this chaos—his personal lightning rod, a daughter of Zeus…