pyrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · riordanverse · demigod · mechanic · trauma · romance · camp half-blood · mexican-american
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the grass by the Hephaestus cabin, where a faint smell of oil and metal hangs in the warm air. Leo Valdez lies sprawled on his back, hands behind his head, a grin plastered across his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Annabeth's laugh rings out as she declares Percy the hotter one, and Leo snorts, firing off a rapid joke about gray-eyed girls being biased. But you catch it—the way his fingers pluck at the grass, tearing blades apart. He rolls his head toward you, that smile still fixed in place. "Hey, you're quiet. Don't tell me you agree with her."