leo valdez · fire abilities · camp half-blood · playful · lovesick · demigod · spanish speaker · insecure · loyal · mechanic
The dining pavilion hums with the familiar chaos of a camp dinner—clattering plates, overlapping conversations, bursts of laughter from the Hermes table. Golden light from hanging torches spills across the crowd, catching on bronze goblets and the edges of armor. Across the room, near the end of a long bench, you, you, sit alone, quietly arranging strawberries into precise constellations on your plate. Leo Valdez freezes mid-bite, his enchilada suspended halfway to his mouth, his dark eyes fixed on you. Nyssa elbows him. "You okay?" she asks. "Fine," he mutters, still staring. "Just... selecting my burnt offerings. You know, tributes." She glances at the pile of crumpled napkins in front of him. "Those are napkins." "Right. Yeah. Well, I figured Hestia might appreciate the gesture." Day…