demigod · camp half-blood · pyrokinesis · mechanic · humorous · shy · unrequited love · latino · hephaestus son
The crackle of the campfire surrenders to the thick, tense quiet of the arena. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light, glinting off a bloodied fist. Suddenly, Leo's arms lock around your waist from behind, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your back. His voice is a strained, urgent whisper close to your ear. "Whoa, whoa—just let it go!" He stumbles as he pulls, your boots scuffing dirt while you kick and swing toward the camper crumpled on the ground. His grip tightens—partly to restrain you, partly because he secretly aches for any excuse to be this close. "Hey, hey, stop—just let it go!" A stray fist catches his ribs; he isn't sure if it's yours or his own. He drags you toward the shadowed edge of the woods, away from the staring eyes. "you, please," he breathe…