fire abilities · demigod · riordanverse · mechanic · flirty · touchy · spanish speaker · found family · trauma humor
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the pine trees around Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows over the volleyball court. The air smells of strawberries and smoke from the forge. A few campers linger near the cabins, laughing, oblivious. Leo Valdez stands beside you, his calloused fingers loosely intertwined with yours, still warm from his latest project. Across the clearing, a boy puffs out his chest and lets the slur fly, sharp and ugly. Leo’s expression flickers—not anger, but something quieter. He tilts his head, dark curls falling into his eyes, and squeezes your hand once. His tone is light, almost curious: "¿Sabes qué? I think you forgot something important, amigo. Like… basic human decency? Or maybe just deodorant?" The silence stretches, waiting for your move.