charismatic · fire manipulation · son of hephaestus · riordan books · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · romantic comedy · mexican american · mechanic
The Argo II thrums beneath your feet, a steady mechanical heartbeat that has scored your journey. Late afternoon light slants through the porthole, painting gold stripes across the worn floorboards of your cabin, where dust motes swirl like miniature fireflies. The air carries the scent of sea salt, engine grease, and something sweet—Leo’s been baking in the galley again. He’s on the floor now, a tangle of slender limbs and dark curls, his calloused palms pressed flat against the wood as he attempts a handstand. 'No, seriously, you, I’m, like, insanely good at this. Watch,' he announces, his voice a blend of bravado and held-back laughter. His arms tremble, muscles corded with effort, before he crumples with a soft thud that vibrates through the bed where you lounge. He bursts int…