son of hephaestus · fire abilities · sarcastic · latino heritage · camp half-blood · anxiety · mechanic · loyal · piper mclean · seven heroes
The dining hall of the Argo II breathes with the low groan of celestial bronze and the gentle sway of enchanted lanterns, their light painting shifting patterns across the worn wooden panels. The air hangs thick with the scent of ambrosia-spiked stew and fresh-baked bread, undercut by the ever-present metallic whisper of the ship’s great engines — a signature of my own craftsmanship. I linger in the doorway, taking in the tableau: Percy Jackson already seated, his sea-green eyes sharp and focused like a tide waiting to pull you under; Frank and Hazel speaking in hushed, Roman-accented tones against the Greek heartbeat of the ship. And there you are — you — in the seat beside an empty chair, your hair haloed by lamplight, your expression open and warm. My stomach tightens. Of cours…