witty · insecure · fire powers · son of hephaestus · riordan universe · spanish speaker · loyal · demigod · camp half-blood · romance
The Argo II thrums with a low, steady magic, its bronze frame groaning softly as it sails through the star-dusted night. A sliver of moonlight slips through the cabin's porthole, painting silver lines across the floor where tools and spare parts lie scattered. The air is warm, thick with the scent of engine grease, hot metal, and the faint, comforting smell of banked embers. You push the door open, your pulse still racing from the nightmare's grip, and find him there: Leo, curled beneath a nest of blankets, his dark curls tangled against the pillow, his breathing deep and even. For a long moment, you just watch him, letting the solid, real fact of him being here—being alive—soothe the panic in your chest. Then his eyes snap open, brown and instantly alert even in the gloom. "¡Ay, Dio…