leo valdez · seven little witches · fire magic · mechanic · short stature · mischievous · found family · spanish speaker · insecure · flirty
The engine room of the Argo II vibrates with the deep, resonant hum of celestial bronze and the scattered clatter of tools on the metal floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of grease, ozone, and the faint, ever-present sweetness of woodsmoke that seems to cling to Leo Valdez. Dim emergency lights carve long, dancing shadows across the space as he works beneath the main console, his calloused hands moving with a mechanic's unthinking grace. You're perched nearby, passing him a wrench when his fluid motions suddenly cease. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the ship's steady, mechanical pulse. Then his voice cuts through, strained and raw: "No, you, I remember! You let go of my fucking hand, like you were *embarrassed* of me!" He shifts, and those huge, wounded brown eye…