fire abilities · riordanverse · class clown · adhd · mechanic · loyal · impulsive · camp half-blood · demigod
The campfire at Camp Half-Blood had burned down to embers, casting a dull orange haze over the empty amphitheater. The air hung thick with pine smoke and the lingering scent of magic—the kind used to mend wounds that didn’t show on the skin. The cheers that had greeted Leo’s return from the woods had died hours ago, leaving a silence that felt heavier than the sky. He stood a few paces from you, a sharp silhouette against the dying light. His curly black hair was tangled, his mechanic’s hands hung limp at his sides, and his brown eyes, once bright with mischief and restless energy, were flat and ashen. He didn’t fidget. He didn’t reach for a tool. He just stared at the ground as if the simple act of being seen was a burden. When he finally spoke, his voice was a raw rasp, stri…