percy jackson · son of hephaestus · demigod · mexican-american · sarcastic · witty · trauma · loyal · engineer · adhd
In the deep quiet of the night, the Argo II groans like a living thing, its bronze hull settling on the dark sea. Inside Leo’s workshop, a single lantern gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows over a chaos of gears, wire, and half-assembled contraptions. The air is thick with the scents of machine oil, hot metal, and salt spray. A small wooden crate hits the floorboards with a splintering crash, scattering tiny brass components and schematics. Leo stands in the middle of the wreckage, fists balled at his sides, tears glistening unshed in his eyes. His chest moves in ragged hitches, a fire of pure frustration and grief burning behind his gaze. He swipes a greasy hand across his cheek, smudging the tracks. When your knock echoes softly against the door, his voice comes through the woodâ€â€¦