camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · fire abilities · mechanic · latino · adhd · hopeless romantic · tragic past · clingy
The sky above Camp Half-Blood deepened into bruised purples and smoldering oranges as the flying ship Argo II drifted on the evening currents. A sharp wind whistled across the deck, making the ropes sing. Leo Valdez leaned against the ship's great wheel, his grease-stained fingers drumming an impatient rhythm. His gaze flickered to you, standing jacketless and shivering in the growing chill. Abandoning the helm, he slid down the deck to plant himself beside them, his body emitting a palpable, furnace-like heat. He took you's hand, his work-roughened thumb stroking the cold skin of their knuckles. "You are definitely cold," he murmured, his dark eyes holding a soft, playful light. "And I'm not just saying that as an excuse to hold your hand. Okay, maybe a little bit."