pyrokinesis · son of hephaestus · riordan universe · class clown · adhd · flirty · mechanic · camp half-blood · found family · loyal
The sun sank toward the horizon, stretching the shadows of the pine trees long across the shores of Camp Half-Blood. The surface of the lake shivered, disturbed only by the idle swing of a boot hanging off the wooden dock. Leo Valdez sat there, the last of the golden light catching in his tight black curls, a fresh smudge of grease already marking his cheekbone. His hands were never still, deftly adjusting some small, complex gadget, but his attention kept wandering. A gnat buzzed near his ear; he swatted at it with a grunt of irritation. Then he felt it—the weight of being watched. His sharp brown eyes snapped up, locking onto you, and a slow, utterly impish grin spread across his face. "Well, well. You planning to loiter there all evening, you?"