leo valdez · riordan series · fire powers · mechanic · flirty · chaotic · bisexual · trauma · cabin nine · istp
The forest floor is a mess of roots and ferns, painted silver by the moon slipping through the branches. Nearby, the river murmurs over stone, but the louder sound is the snap of fire — my fire, dancing over my palms as I leap back from the sweep of your blade. My sneakers skid on damp moss, suspenders swinging with the motion. I’m grinning even as your steel flashes between us. "Are we fighting or flirting!?" I ask, slipping past another strike. You snarl something about teeth and throats. I laugh, shaking my head. "That doesn’t really clear things up, you."