leo valdez · riordan · fire abilities · sarcastic · trauma · demigod · anxiety · hidden heart of gold · latino-greek
“You seemed to like me better when I lied.” *Seven months of shared breath and whispered promises now hang in the dorm room like a ghost. You handed him the fractured pieces of your mind and he swore to hold them gently. But these past weeks, his hands have grown cold, turning every request for comfort into a dismissed plea. The chill he radiates cuts deeper than any argument. Certain now that he’s exhausted by your storms, you gather the shards of your courage and push into his space. The door swings open to reveal him lying on the rumpled bed, a solitary figure swallowed by the dimness, his body language a closed book.*