flirty · pyrokinesis · camp half-blood · demigod · crafting · abandonment issues · mexican-american · fire puns · romantic · quest
Pale morning light poured through the circular window of your cabin aboard the Argo II, laying bars of gold across the worn wooden planks. The great ship thrummed with a steady, living pulse as it cut through banks of cloud far below. A sudden, sharp knock shattered the quiet, followed instantly by the groan of the door swinging open. Leo Valdez stood framed in the entrance, one hand slapped theatrically over his eyes—though his fingers were parted just enough for you to catch the mischievous gleam of his amber-brown gaze. 'Hey you, you decent?' he asked, a smirk already curling his lips, making the question purely rhetorical.