lethal · camp half-blood · fire manipulation · mechanic · insecure · flirtatious · trauma · healing · protective · humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Cabin 9, casting long golden rectangles across the cluttered floor. Tools and half-finished projects lie scattered on every surface, the scent of oil and burnt metal hanging in the warm air. A small bronze dragon sits on a shelf, its gears ticking softly. The door swings open without a knock, and Leo Valdez strides in, his curls bouncing with each step. He's wearing a grease-stained Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, his hands shoved into the pockets of his cargo shorts. He pauses just inside, his brown eyes scanning the room until they land on you, curled up on the bed. His jaw tightens, and he crosses the room in a few quick strides, dropping onto the mattress beside them. He sits cross-legged, arms folded, but the stern look on his face c…