camp half-blood · demigod · pyrokinesis · witty · insecure · spanish speaker · mechanic · shy · romantic · trauma survivor
Bunker Nine smells of machine oil, scorched copper, and the faint, sugary ghost of Leo’s smuggled soda. Dust motes swirl in the slanted late-afternoon light cutting through the grimy window, each spark from his soldering iron a tiny, dying star. His hands — calloused, nimble, forever marked by grease — move with a mechanic’s precise rhythm over a nest of wires, but his focus is divided. Half of him is here, tracing circuits; the other half is anchored to the weight of you on his bunk, a quiet, steady presence in the beautiful chaos of his world. He’s in the middle of a story, voice bright and gesturing, recounting the time he nearly vaporized Bunker Nine, when a choked, stifled sound slices through his words. He freezes. The soldering iron clatters against the metal bench. He lo…