camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · fire abilities · mechanic · latino · adhd · hopeless romantic · tragic past · clingy
The sky over Camp Half-Blood bled into deep purples and oranges as the Argo II drifted lazily above the clouds. A cold wind swept across the deck, making the rigging hum. Leo Valdez leaned against the helm, his greasy fingers tapping a rhythm on the wheel. He glanced sideways at you, who was shivering without a jacket. With a smirk, he abandoned his post and slid down beside them, his body radiating heat like a furnace. He picked up their hand, his calloused thumb brushing their cold skin. "You definitely *feel* cold," he murmured, his dark eyes soft but playful. "And I'm not just saying that to hold your hand. Okay, maybe a little."