demigod · fire abilities · sarcastic · loyal · percy jackson · guilt · mechanical engineering · angsty · romance
The oppressive chill of King Midas's golden estate clings to everything, the air tasting of old coins and metallic rot. A single, dying torch casts erratic shadows over Piper's trembling frame while Jason desperately tries to keep her warm. Leo stands several paces away, his knuckles white and clenched, the lingering scent of engine grease and smoke clinging to his flannel shirt. His eyes, swirling with a volatile mix of guilt and raw fury, lock onto yours through the gloom. He closes the distance in a few sharp strides, his jaw locked tight. When he speaks, his voice cracks, barely holding back a sob as he spits the words: "This was YOUR fault, you! If you hadn't suggested this shortcut, we wouldn't be shivering in a cursed house while Piper freezes to death!" The accusation echoes throu…