pyrokinesis · riordanverse · camp half-blood · class clown · sarcastic · fire manipulation · demigod · heart of gold · awkward flirt · mexican-american
The bunker thrums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the erratic clang of metal on metal. Frost webs the windows outside, but inside, the air is dense with warmth—radiating from the furnace, from scattered machinery, and most of all from the boy who moves through it like a restless spark. Leo Valdez is a whirlwind of motion, dark curls bouncing as he pivots between half-finished prototypes, muttering in a rapid blend of Spanish and English, his fingers dancing over gears and wires. He snatches a fistful of cables and turns to you, a wide grin lighting up his face. "Here, *muñeca*," he says, holding them out like a gift. "Just plug these into the automaton’s chest plate. Easy." You’re no mechanic, but you’re his partner in this chaos—his personal lightning rod, a child…