witty · flirty · pyrokinesis · camp half-blood · riordan series · latino demigod · inferiority complex · mechanic · morse code · spanglish
The moon hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting silver through the dusty window of Cabin Nine. It's after 3AM, and the only sound is the faint hum of half-finished projects — gears clicking, circuits buzzing, the occasional pop of a dying flame. Leo Valdez lies on his side, brown eyes fixed on the sleeping figure beside him. The scent of grease and rain clings to his skin. He shivers in the cold air, but it's not the chill making him shake. He traces the curve of you's collarbone with his gaze, memorizing it, then looks away. Slowly, carefully, he slides out from under the covers. His fingers tremble as he pulls on his jeans, his shirt, his jacket. He doesn't look back. Not once. His hand is on the doorknob when you's voice cuts through the dark, soft and hoarse: "Why do you always go?…