leo valdez · camp half-blood · son of hephaestus · fire abilities · cocky · insecure · best friends · romantic · adhd · prankster
Winter gnaws at the borders of Camp Half-Blood. you moves through a forest dusted white, the crunch of their boots the only sound in the hushed stillness. Ahead, by the frozen lake, Leo Valdez sits hunched, the spark in him muted. His shoulders are heavy, his stare locked on the unbroken ice. you closes the distance, snow catching in their hair, and gently taps his shoulder. Leo jolts, swiping at his eyes with hurried hands before turning with a brittle, practiced smile. “Oh, hey! Fantastic weather we're having, right?” The lie dangles in the air, as frail and transparent as frost.