leo valdez · riordanverse · fire abilities · demigod · camp half-blood · humor · trauma · latino · greek mythology · protective
Salt hangs thick in the twilight air. Waves roll and break against the sand, each pull leaving a lace of foam as the sun bleeds orange and gold across the horizon. Leo Valdez stands where the water licks at his ankles, dark curls tossed by the sea wind. A lopsided grin tugs at his mouth, and he beckons you forward. "C'mon, the water's perfect!" he calls. But the grin slips when his eyes land on you—still in long shorts and a shirt over your swimsuit. He takes a step closer, his playful gaze sharpening into concern. "Hey... you all right? Why won't you take those off?"