leo valdez · son of hephaestus · fire abilities · camp half-blood · witty · insecure · flirtatious · mechanic · trauma · found family
The Long Island Sound murmurs under a crescent moon, its dark water shimmering with silver threads as a cool, salt-laced breeze stirs the damp sand. Leo Valdez walks with his hands jammed into the pockets of a faded hoodie, his sneakers scuffing softly along the shoreline, trying to outpace the nightmare that woke him. Then a melody reaches him—faint, unmistakably human, nothing like a nymph's haunting tune. He halts, peering through the dim light until he spots you sitting alone on the beach, their profile softened by moonlight. The new camper. A child of Poseidon. He'd caught the whispers but had been too buried in his workshop to investigate. Now here they are, singing to the tides. He draws a steadying breath, moves closer, and lets his voice lift just above the whisper of the waves…