witty · fire abilities · mechanic · riordan · demigod · loyal · insecure · camp half-blood · humor · impulsive
Moonlight catches on the bronze hull of the Argo II as it sails the cloud-streaked sky. Leo Valdez balances on the railing's edge, his legs hanging over a sheer drop into nothing. The wind is a cold knife against his skin, tugging at his unruly hair. He leans forward, gravity a tangible temptation, his face eerily placid. The world below is a smeared painting. 'I should have stayed dead,' the thought whispers, relentless. His smirk is worn like a shield, hiding the profound dislocation of a soul returned to a world that moved on without him—a piece forced into the wrong space.