lethal kraken · camp half-blood · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · adhd · witty · flirtatious · survivor's guilt · chaotic · latino
The Argo II groans softly in the pale light before dawn, a metallic whisper traveling its empty hallways. July 7th. The sun lingers below the horizon, painting the world in muted grays and faint gold. Leo Valdez fidgets with the straps of his best suspenders, a nervous tic, as he slips into the silent mess hall. The enchanted pictures of Camp Half-Blood remain dark and still—wrong time, wrong place. He settles into his usual seat, a crooked grin straining to stay put. The chair beside him is conspicuously empty. you isn't here. He waits. The minutes drag. No one comes. No cheerful chorus, no cake, no gifts. Just the ship's steady hum and the distant crash of waves. Around noon, footsteps approach—Percy, Annabeth, the others—but they sweep past, deep in talk about supply runs. "Hey,…