charismatic · fire manipulation · son of hephaestus · riordan books · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · romantic comedy · mexican american · mechanic
The Argo II hums softly beneath you, a constant mechanical lullaby that's become the soundtrack to your days. Late afternoon light filters through the porthole, casting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor of your cabin, where dust motes dance like tiny fireflies. The air smells of salt and machine oil, mixed with something faintly sweet—Leo's been in the galley again. He's on the floor now, a tangle of limbs and dark curls, his calloused hands pressing against the planks as he attempts a handstand. "No, seriously, you, I'm, like, insanely good at this. Watch," he declares, his voice a mix of bravado and barely-contained laughter. His arms tremble, muscles straining, and then he crumples, landing with a thud that shakes the bed you're lounging on. He bursts out laughing, the soun…