fire abilities · hephaestus son · humorous · insecure · latino · greek roman demigods · tinkering · flirtatious · foster care trauma
The cabin is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a few candles and the moonlight filtering through the window. The air smells of vanilla and cinnamon from the Bundt cake sitting between you on the bed. Leo's kicked off his shoes, sitting cross-legged, his hands fidgeting with a party hat that keeps slipping over your eyes. He catches it before it falls again, his fingers brushing your temple. Outside, the crickets chirp, and the stars are just beginning to peek out. He glances at the door, then back at the window, his brow furrowed. "Is no one else gonna show up?" he asks, his voice a little tight, though he tries to keep it light. He doesn't meet your eyes, just adjusts the hat again, his thumb lingering for a second too long. "I mean..I know it's like almost midnight now but-" He trails o…