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*covered in blood* I'm literally fine guys. im still funny. Would you like to hear a joke Im going to tell you a joke

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This was an opportune moment to announce that Leo, at the ripe age of eighteen (horrifying), was still trying to figure out how to “people.” Not how to “adult.” (Did anyone ever figure that out?) But just . . . Well, prime example: How exactly did you look the dude who used to make your life miserable in the eye, hear out his heartfelt apology (and, seriously, where the hell did that come from?), and just go along with it? Smile? Tell him, “Hey, it’s okay! We were all teenagers once; that’s a disease everyone suffers through! No harm, no foul!”? Shake hands? Hug it out?

Leo hadn’t the faintest idea. And that probably wasn’t helped by the fact that he couldn’t even be positive he wanted to accept the apology. And that probably wasn’t helped by the fact that he couldn’t even be positive he wanted the apology at all. Why did he even come here with Finn in the first place? Why hadn’t he left? Why was he making the same mistakes he’d made all those years back when they first met? Why couldn’t he just walk away? (Hilariously, it was more like, “Why did he keep walking after him?”)

Y’know, it was nice to think that he’d grown maybe a little bit since last they spoke (not nearly as much as the guy calling himself “Finn” right now), but the more Leo sat there listening to Finn’s explanations, the more he felt like a scared kid all over again. The more those old habits crept back in, tossed in his stomach and tingled in his veins. The more lost he felt.

For a second, he wondered if some malicious entity had just drop-kicked him into the past again, laughing the entire way, thrilled to see this demon of a child struggling back at square one.

Old habits . . . Nervous habits . . . His attention flicked to his own hands, turning them over a few times, flexing his fingers, double- and triple-checking that there was no smoke; he was still in control.

One leg extended, as if that hunched posture was screwing with his airway. He let out a fluttery breath. “I don’t hate you, man,” he confessed, stated like Finn even assuming that was the craziest thing he’d heard in this conversation. “I mean, like . . . after all of that? How could I? I’d be the jerk, but— Well, even back then, I didn’t hate you. It’s not like I wasn’t aware you had stuff going on. Like you said: none of it was personal.” But then, for some reason, as he contemplated that one sentiment, his chest twisted, mirrored there on his face as he reiterated mostly for his own sake, “None of it.”

Leo wasn’t about to unpack why he suddenly sounded disappointed. Best to move on from that. Run, more like. (Old habits.)

“I guess I just wasn’t aware I’d need to be upping my game like this.” He scoffed, one corner of his mouth quirking despite the sour look. “Come on, I don’t see you for . . . three or four years and suddenly you’ve gone all noble on me? Did this turn into a ‘Who Can Be the Bigger Person?’ competition without me knowing, because if so . . . ?” And there was a good-natured roll of his eyes. “You’re winning. Congratulations. Happy now?”

To be honest, Finn had no idea how Leo was going to take this whole 'making amends for the past' thing.

It's not like the pair of them had ever been in this situation before. The Finn that Leo knew would never have apologized for anything, least of all when it was most deserved.

Finn watched as Leo's restless energy took on a whole new form as soon as he got sappy. He saw those jitters amp up to the next degree, saw how Leo couldn't look him in the eye, but he kept powering through. What began as a noble endeavor quickly morphed into something selfish: apologizing to someone who didn't want it, ignoring the poor kid's discomfort in a desperate chase after some kind of atonement—if not from Leo, then at least from himself.

No, Leo didn't accept the apology with graciousness or thanks. Finn couldn't blame him. All at once he seemed even more lost than he'd been in their olden days, uncertain and reserved like Finn had never seen. Watching Leo shrink into himself made his heart ache. Ironic that Finn's attempts to be a good person were the cause; it seemed this reunion was letting them both seeing new sides of each other.

"The way I acted...it was never personal." Which wasn't an excuse, nor was it a reason for Leo to not take it personally, because how could he not? He'd never deserved any of the hostility and cruelty that the old-Finn dished out. "I met plenty of folks on the road to gettin' my act together, and I treated every one of 'em the same way. I hated everybody," he said again, sighing deep before adding, "—myself most of all. And I made it eeeverybody's problem." Finn's mouth twisted with the bitter truth of those words. Even now he hated who he'd been back then, and moments like this were exactly why.

Back then he hadn't cared who he hurt; how kind or undeserving they were. He'd just wanted everyone to hurt just as much as he had been.

"Heh, yeahhh, nothin'll kick ya' right in the teeth like people goin' and changin' on you." Deciding to spare the kid a bit, Finn gazed up at where the firelight cast erratic patterns on the ceiling. "If it makes ya' feel any better, I am still kinda that guy. I'm still the same, just-barely-scrapin'-by street warrior you knew back then...just without the perma-scowl and bad temper." He paused a moment, considering, then huffed a fleeting laugh. "I do still have the knife, too, so if ya' think about it, I'm basically just 'Knife Guy 2.0.'"

But his mirth was short-lived. Finn's expression softened despite still keeping his eyes averted. "But hey, just 'cause I've changed don't mean you have to. You can still move on, if that's what you want. I ain't holdin' you hostage, ya' know; you can leave whenever you want. Hell, you can hate me if you want. How you feel is how you feel. I just never woulda forgave myself if I hadn't tried."

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Leo could confidently say one thing here: He rarely, if ever, heard a grown-up apologize. Honest to gods, it was like they became allergic to the word the moment they qualified as an adult, the moment they had superiority over everyone younger than them, the moment anyone had the audacity to suggest they should hurt their pride by admitting they were wrong. That . . . or Leo was just way too used to being around the snooty, wrist-slapping, Valdez-get-your-butt-in-line-and-please-shut-up kind of adults. And maybe he didn’t exactly make it easy to be patient with him . . . everything considered—

But Good Boy Captain Kirk jumped on that opportunity near-immediately. So immediately, in fact, that Leo was pretty sure some sort of strangled hiccup squeaked out of him that was thankfully muffled beneath Kirk’s voice. And there again, going against his character, Leo had no trouble simply listening.

Crazy, right? It was almost as if a kid was ten times more willing to hear someone out when they showed they respected him. (Crazier when it was Leo being respected, but . . . This was more or less a fever dream at this point, anyway— Maybe he was still dead.)

Open and honest, Kirk said. No more beating yourself up.

Well. Leo was the master at not doing those things. 

Listen to your heart.

And seeing that the captain had just poured his out, Leo had to forcibly swallow a snort of a laugh at the sentiment. Not derisive. Not because he thought Kirk was wrong or because this advice absolutely wasn’t helpful. But simply . . . Gods, what did that even mean?

He let out a low, impressed whistle. “So, being Captain also automatically makes you incredible at giving speeches on the spot, huh? Insanity. I must’ve slept through that class.” Leo looked away, not only taking the opportunity to break eye contact, but consider everything in that speech. “Yeah, I mean— I-I guess that makes sense. Sorry for, uh . . . forcing that out of you, too.” Seemed fair, right? As admirably as Kirk expressed all of that, Leo wasn’t so dumb to assume it wasn’t difficult for him, too.

Not even the James T. Kirk was invincible—clearly.

“Thanks,” he offered. “Turns out you’re about as cool as expected. Usually that’s not the case, y’know?”

𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲,   his mouth downturned,   eyebrows gathering in  &  painting a pained expression on the captain's features.   who in their right mind would ask such a query to a kid    ?!  he often boasts about how much better he’s gotten when it comes to thinking before speaking,    &  then he has moments like this that make him doubt everything about himself.           ❝    i’m sorry.   i probably shouldn’t have asked.   you don’t have to talk about it,    ❞         he says with his voice losing its power.

Leo turning the arrow back at Jim is   RELIEF.   the knot in Kirk’s stomach starts to dissipate.           ❝    i do,    ❞         he admits.

❝    it wasn’t instant for me.   i had plenty of time to think about where i’d been and where i thought would be my final place of rest.   it was not a matter of 'my life flashing before my eyes'.   i didn’t think about what i did.   i thought about what i knew,   in my heart,   that i should have done,   but never   DARED   to.    ❞

oh,   how desperately the captain's deep sapphire gaze yearns to evade Leo's inquiring gaze    !  yet,   Jim remains steadfast in his resolve.           ❝    so,   when i came back,   i started to be more honest and open with those around me.   i stopped beating myself over what i could not change so that i wouldn’t fight the same battles for the rest of my life.   i,   uh                               ❞

after a brief shake of his head,   a fleeting laugh escapes him,   disbelief ephemeral around his eyes.

❝    i’m less  RECKLESS  now.   i’m not old,   but i’m not as young as you.   i’m sure there will be many changes in your life and yourself.   that is normal.   we human beings often complicate our lives.   whether it’s the pressure of what we inherit from our parents or peers,   sometimes our own judgments hold us back,   but it’s not that complicated.   that’s what i’m trying to say.   listen to your heart.    ❞

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Man, Leo really needed to start keeping a literal list at this point: “All the Things I Never Expected a Girl to Say to Me” and the postscript list, “All the Things I Never Expected the Same Girl to Say to Me Consecutively.” Because if he thought the whole comment about looking pretty specifically for him was reigning champ, then get ready for the heaping pile of cheesiness that came next . . . but somehow didn’t actually sound that cheesy when it came from her. That was the whole “pretty privilege,” right? Someone like her could get away with dropping a line like that: cheekily expressing his heart was all she cared to have.

But if someone like Leo tossed that into the wind hoping it would catch . . . ? Well, easy to assume it’d “catch” like a boomerang and come flying full force back at his face.

When she said it, it was endearing. It was cute. It made him laugh because of how absurd it sounded, but in the sense that she’d just told him a killer joke, not that she’d just made every little nerve in him cringe at the awkwardness. With her, it wasn’t awkward. She erupted into playful giggles meant only for him, and Leo could—very briefly—forget all that earlier confusion, stop reading into every little thing and just enjoy someone’s company.

Y’know . . . successfully “people” instead of just doing his best reenactment of one. Pretty wild, huh? Most of that “awkwardness” he spoke of came entirely from his end; it was almost like if he learned how to just chill out and not hyper-analyze every dang thing, this would go smoothly. Like a well-oiled machine: something he knew.

(But he always screwed up with that thought process: assuming people worked like machines at all. He needed to get over that.)

“Yeesh, okay. Sorry,” he eventually concedes with a smile, holding his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the basket of goods. “Maybe we keep these things out of reach next time, huh? Or put a childproof lock on it or something; you know us tinkers get curious.” And thankfully for this curious tinker, he’s able to distract himself swiftly with what he was working on as a convenient means of not overthinking (again) the whole “mine” statement of hers. He turns from her, glad to hide that growing heat in his face, and clears his throat.

By the time she invites him over, he’s pleased that he’s gotten his body temperature . . . mostly under control. (Not that it’ll last—)

Leo looks over the arrangement, and probably looks pretty silly doing it, mouth agape like a kid on Christmas morning. He thinks for a moment, Hey, it’s really cool of her to go out of her way to make sure I’m eating. (If not slightly embarrassing.) Then, Whoa, she really went out of her way. (Remember the comment about body temperature earlier? Yeah. Not lasting.) And as he climbs out of his stool to join her on the blanket, an awed smile creeps across his face.

“So, uh . . . tell me I’m not about to die.” Leo’s hands find his hips, and he has the cursory musing that he must look like a dad appraising his paint job. “Cuz, like . . . this seems way too much like a death row kind of meal, y’know? Something you wanna tell me?”

since her arrival at camp that summer - adelaide has been crushing on leo valdez - hard. it's as if eros himself hit her square in her heart with a love arrow. she hasn't been shy about hiding her feelings towards him either. any time he wasn't around at meal time or attending any of the various classes - her heart sank.

she'd even toyed with the idea of asking nyssa to give her forging lessons just so she could be close to him. she had quickly came to realization that was not her forte - with help from her friends in the aphrodite cabin of course. callus hands don't look good on her - nor would they heal properly due to her constantly picking at the ones she already had from sword fighting. a reason why she always hid her hands behind her back when around other or opted into letting drew do her nails for the sake of hiding the scars.

if this was anybody else - boy or girl - she'd be hiding but not around leo. she knew his heart was gentle and kind. how often had she gotten distracted in archery today just dreaming about him and where he was in his ship building plans? right. she'd sent victoria to the infirmary with an arrow in her leg. oops...she'd check in on her later.

she twirls again before skipping back over to him. addy bats her eyelashes at him, giving him a soft - for a child of ares - nudge, "you may just have to make me one so long as that heart happens to yours." she giggles, "wasn't my attempt but this is my best dress. i had mama ship it to me last minute. fashion emergency and all that." she waves a hand, dismissing her struggles of finding the perfect outfit for the makeshift picnic.

adelaide swats his hand, "ah, no, sir. you sit and rest for a moment. finish with whatever tinkering needs to be done then you are mine for the hour." she pauses, thinking it over. "maybe two." she places her hands upon the basket. "i'll set this up for us. i managed to get a list of your favorite foods from piper so you'll love it." she grasp the basket in one hand and pulls out a medium sized red blanket to spread out on the floor on bunker nine. she hums contently as she lays out the spread of food and drinks before clasping her hands together in triumph. "finished! you better be done tinkering over there, mister."

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But here’s the kicker, all you ladies and gents from before: despite Leo calling her out on these apparent “excuses” of hers, he himself didn’t actually believe what he said. Could you crazy imagine that . . . ? Seriously, someone other than Piper or Jason (who were pretty much busy with each other at this rate) going out of their way to spend time with him—? Unheard of. Blasphemous. Leo poked fun with these things because what else was he supposed to do?

Did it mean something that Addy kept showing up like this? Probably. Did his jokes carry some merit? Probably. But did he continue to make up his own private excuses for why she was here that had nothing to do with enjoying his company? Definitely. She was a pretty girl. He was . . . him. What more was there to say?

And yet there she stands, lighting up at his attention, laughing at his remarks, and then . . . straight-up admitting she’d gotten herself “dolled up” for the occasion. (Like she could hear his thoughts and wanted to give him hard, irrefutable evidence.) Admittedly, Leo wasn’t typically the type to be into the girls who did the “dolling up,” but that was probably just because girls like that typically picked on boys like him. Addy could’ve shown up with twigs in her hair, dirt smearing her cheeks, and he wouldn’t have found her any less pretty.

The fact that she put in the extra effort, though . . . meant something, right?

Gods, this was always so stupidly confusing. Girls were confusing. People were confusing.

He’d been faking it this long, though . . .

“Hey, I like it,” Leo offers, mostly because he thinks that’s the safest response. (And he’s not lying, either.) He wonders if the slight heat he feels in his face is noticeable, once he’s taken the time to process her mention of giving him something “pretty to look at.” (Again, confusing. Some girls got bent out of shape when you stared at them.) “Did you mean to go for a whole”—he waves a hand in the air, gesturing vaguely at her get-up—“Valentine’s aesthetic? Now you just need some heart jewelry or something.” Says the guy who didn’t know the first thing about fashion, but, look . . . she reminded him of the aisles at every grocery store that were dolled up to fit the latest holiday, and Valentine’s usually looked like cupid had barfed hearts everywhere.

Addy looked way better than that.

His attention momentarily pivots to that entire basket of food, and he curiously begins rifling through the wrapped contents. “What did the oh-so-generous lady bestow upon me today?”

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did she bring food as an excuse to see him? yes. did she expect him to call her out like that? nope.

adelaide sets the basket of food upon his desk, giggling as he drapes his elbow across the desk. dear gods she didn't think he could get any cuter yet with his goggles pushing his hair back the way they were - it was enough to make a girl weak in the knees. she is that girl after all. since his arrival back from the quest to free hera - addy has been making every excuse possible to be near him. she wholeheartly enjoys his quick-wit humor. it was simply just a bonus that he was cutie - and that he could fix weapons. goodness - if he forged her a pink sword - she'd marry him on the spot - her dream wedding be damned.

"very hard agree." she laughs - a wide smile upon her lips. "i even got all dolled up. want you to have something pretty to look at while you eat." she takes a step back to spin around from him - she's dressed in her best red dress complete with her signature pink converses, hair in curls ( thank you, drew ) and her makeup done lightly with her signature subtle pink lip gloss and soft pink eyeshadow. she's swear up and down that it totally didn't take her long to get ready - the state of the ares cabin however would disagree. sure, sherman would be upset at her for leaving her clothes everywhere but she had more pressing matters to attend to rather than cleaning. "whatcha think?"

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adelaide leans over the desk he's working at - "oh, leo. i brought you some food. figured you could use a break from your ship building and all that."

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Does he jump just a little bit when she all but materializes next to him? Sure.

But does he recover well enough to play it off . . . ? Look who we're talking about.

Duh.

So even though Leo feels every muscle in his body convulse when a voice breaks his concentration, when a head of blond sneaks into his periphery, he uses that as an opportunity to finally shift his position (how long has he been hunched like that?), pushing welding goggles to the crown of his head. He spins on his stool to properly face her, draping an elbow all cool-like over the edge of his desk—and counting about a thousand blessings that he managed to catch himself before stupidly missing.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, playful curve molding his lips. “Little Miss Addy came all the way out here just to bring food . . . ? Ladies and gents, I'm starting to think she might be finding excuses to visit me—hard agree?” And yes, he glances sideways, like he's specifically speaking to a nonexistent audience. When Leo looks back, he cocks his head. “Careful with stuff like this. I hear once you start feeding them, they never leave you alone.”

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Leo would argue he had never seen the expression on someone’s face change so abruptly and so drastically as Will’s did just then. That little smile he’d gotten out of the guy vanished like a cough in a tornado, and all of a sudden, his previously . . . pretty well-managed tone for someone dealing with Leo became clunkier. Less composed. More legitimately horrified by the mere thought of Leo actually being serious about this whole thing, and for a moment, Leo was almost gonna say, Oh, c’mon, man! I may have stupid ideas occasionally, but not that stupid—only that a voice at the back of his head reminded him promptly of the whole Physician’s Cure sitch and this definitely not being out of bounds for one Leo Valdez, so . . .

Okay, fair enough. Will had a reason to be worried.

If Leo thought being fussed over was jarring and uncomfortable before, then the earnest grab to his arm was entering the big leagues; put a tally in the Lameness category for Leo actually flinching a bit. “I’m not going to try to,” he argued, partially annoyed that his words came out airy, like Doc had just punched him in the gut. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually have a death wish. It’s more like . . . shit happens, right?” And like a child scorned all over again, he shrank into himself the instant Will released him, lifted his other arm to rub at that point of previous contact.

“Yeah, I met the dude,” he said, as if that actually answered Will’s question. “Look, man, I’m not about to give the gods a reason to exterminate me . . . more than usual, I guess. I’ll leave that to the braver folks out there.” Leo wasn’t naming names, but just about everyone knew who around here had absolutely 0 qualms about pissing off the gods. And people said Leo was problematic. “Also not about to give you more of a reason to go gray in your teens.” He met Will’s eye, managed half of a fiendish grin. “This may shock you, but that’s not actually a goal of mine.”

"Not yet," Will agreed, finishing putting the rest of his things away as his mind briefly wandered to the idea of how Camp might organize such a thing as weekly My Little Pony viewings.

They sometimes put a bedsheet up in the Big House with an ancient projector pointed at it during the slower winter months. Will was pretty sure one of the Hephaestus kids had retro-fitted it, because it had a pretty good picture despite how broken it looked, not to mention access to basically every streaming service he was aware of. Although everyone sitting in the Big House could be more challenging during the summer months when everyone was generally busier. Well, this wasn't his mess to manage and of all the things the campers could be doing while bored, this was probably the least concerning.

And speaking of concerning.

Will's face paled as he watched Leo seize onto his plea, taking it as a suggestion instead of a warning. Because of course he did. Warnings were challenges inside the mind of Leo, as far as Will could tell, and Will's brows bunched together as Leo squeezed his arm. "No, not my permission." Words tumbled awkwardly out of his mouth as he returns the grab at Leo's arm with something more urgent. "Leo, you just promised me you weren't going to try to get yourself smited any time soon."

Releasing his hold on Leo a beat after he did it, Will rubbed his fingers together nervously, a distant thought niggling at the back of his mind, one he brushed aside quickly. "You know what happened to Asclepius, right?" he pushed, concerned eyes flicking back to Leo's face.

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Leo had learned one consistency among the Apollo kids: They were insanely observant. If you caught one staring at you like you were the next thing on the menu, you didn’t need to be too concerned, because the “menu” was just “I know you’re hiding injuries from me, and I’m going to find out.” Okay, maybe a little concerned— the frustration and disappointment that spurred from that were pretty uncomfortable to face—but, see, Kayla’s gaze practically cutting into him in those few moments didn’t make him squirm as much since he knew she wasn’t actually about to stab him. (Like plenty of other girls had wanted to do and would want to do in the future; he had that effect on people, what could he say?)

She kept an eye on him. He was sorely tempted to give her a little fright just by faking a flinch as he shifted his position but had the decency to decide that was too mean. And when a real laugh pealed out of her, Leo was extra glad he hadn’t done anything to stop that. It was nice, he noted in passing, probably a touch more thrilled by landing a joke than he should’ve been. He was just as much more shocked by Kayla making herself cozy beside him than he should’ve been, too. Lots of surprises today: Leo ought to get blasted into the sky more often.

“Hey, the guy’s famous for a reason. I’ve been trying to kick him off his pedestal for ages,” he said, most likely leaning into that joke too much, now. Just Leo things. “You right, though. You right.” (Insert the sagely nods.) “Maybe Festus will be my Pikachu in the ultimate showdown; that sucker doesn’t lose anything.” But he shrugged, almost as if his body was telling him, Okay, broski. Time to move on, and cocked his head thoughtfully at Kayla’s promise.

—a promise that brought a wicked grin to his lips. “Noted. And just to return the favor, I’ll let him know you already checked me out,” Leo asserted, only to hastily correct himself with, “—over. Checked me over. He doesn’t need to know about anything else.” And as a dude who just loved playing with fire (sometimes literally), he made sure to include a quick wink in there. “Already taken care of, yeah? Maybe that’ll keep him from breaking out the big nag energy. The ol’ BNE.” No one said that, but he was going to make it a thing for sure, now.

If the way Kayla addressed him next was any indication, apparently Leo Valdez was successful at making things . . . Things (capitalized). She got a snicker out of him, and something about that sound actually helped him ignore that his ears felt a bit hotter than before. It was the mention of a secondary bad boy that finally brought his attention back to what he was actually doing before a girl started fussing over him. He glanced sidelong, snorted at the series of offended clicks the dragon let out.

“No idea what you mean. Festus is the best boy. The goodest boy,” he contested, loudly and deliberately so the subject would hear. Then, Leo leaned in to whisper conspiratorially to Kayla, “Seriously, call him a ‘good boy.’ He loves that. Less fire spouted. Less tragedy. You get it.” He wrinkled his nose playfully as he pulled back and actually considered her question. “Uhh, I’m guessing ‘routine maintenance’ wouldn’t be convincing?” Leo scratched his cheek. “You know how Festus can just casually become a suitcase like it’s no big? No? Probably not—? Well, he can, but I was thinking the other day: Why not find a way to turn him into some other ‘normal’ things when we need to blend in, y’know? I mean, the Mist can only do so much, and I can’t always just have a truck with me, so I figured— Hey, why not?”

            HONESTLY,   SHE   KNEW   SHE   HAD   OVERRATED.   THIS   WAS   A   CHILD   of   Hephaestus.   They   were   built   to   withstand   such   outbursts   from   mechanics   and   whatnot,   right?   But   even   so,   that   didn’t   mean   she   couldn’t   worry.   Anyone   can   be   hurt   despite   how   good   they   are   at   what   they   do.   Even   Apollo   kids   could   get   injured   during   archery   or   when   they   tried   to   put   their   medical   practices   to   use.   Besides,   her   other   father   always   liked   to   be   safe   rather   than   sorry.   

                  BABY   BLUE   EYES   WATCHED   HIM   LIKE   A   HAWK.   SHE   NEEDED   to   be   sure   he   was   fine   like   he   brushed   off   to   be.   No   matter   what   he   said,   a   doctor's   words   trumped   anything.   Health   and   safety   were   important,   and   the   Apollo   kids   won’t   hesitate   to   enforce   that   if   need   be.   However,   it   appeared   that   Leo   was   actually   fine.   Still   that   fall,   the   thud   as   his   body   hit   the   ground,   made   her   wary,   “   ‘Bill   Nye   wishes   he   had   this’?   ”   Kayle   let   out   another   laugh,   “   I’m   sure   you’re   right.   He   doesn’t   have   the   guts   to   stand   in   front   of   a   bronze   dragon.   ”   The   daughter   of   Apollo   made   herself   comfortable,   plopping   down   in   the   grass   next   to   him.   Kayla   once   again   brushed   green   tipped   orange   hair   back   behind   her   ear.   She   then   continued   to   place   her   earbuds   in   her   satchel   before   she   leaned   back   in   her   palms,   and   looked   over   at   him.      

               IF   HE   WON’T   TAKE   A   BREATHER   THEN   SHE   WILL   MAKE   him.   Kayla   was   much   better   about   it.   Will   would   be   a   stubborn   doctor,   but   she   would   be   the   relaxed   one.   This   also   helped   her   make   new   friends   too,   “   Hey,   I   won’t   say   nothin’,   but   somehow   he   always   finds   out   if   someone   hurt   themselves.   I   mean,   the   way   you   fell   down?   I’m   sure   he’s   going   to   be   hearing   about   it,   ”   she   shrugged   her   shoulders,   “   Just   know   it   wouldn’t   be   from   me.   ”   

                  A   SOFT   HUM   VIBRATED   BETWEEN   HER   LIPS,   A   GENTLE   MELODY   to   her   father   to   which   would   heal   anything   unseen   by   Leo’s   fall.   It   was   a   casual   approach   that   made   sure   her   patients   were   taken   care   of   in   a   way   they   didn’t   feel   suffocated   by   the   Apollo   treatment,   “   True.   I’m   sure   you   had   worse.   I   mean   just   in   general   compared   to   what   we   go   through   that   was   nothing,   but   sometimes   that   nothing   can   become   something.   It’s   better   to   be   a   little   on   the   safe   side,   Mister   ‘Bad   boy’.   ”   

               AFTER   ALL   SHE   SHOULD   KNOW,   RIGHT?   KAYLA   HERSELF   HAD   BEEN   through   a   few   battles   too.   She   saw   the   carnage,   she   healed   some   of   it,   and   she   caused   some   to   others.   So   far,   she   couldn’t   shake   The   Battle   of   Manhattan   if   only   for   the   reason   that   it   had   been   her   first   major   one.   It   still   haunts   her   dreams,   and   she   was   sure   it   would   never   go   away,   “   So,   what   are   your   plans   with   this   other   bad   boy?   ”   Her   head   tilted   in   the   direction   of   Festus.   

[badboysupr]

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

[badboysupr]

accidental post-war movie night sleepover

[badboysupr]

“Just one of my many gifts,” Leo preened, tossing his head like he saw plenty of prissy girls do when they thought they were all that and a bag of chips. “Don’t get too used to it, though. Then you’ll stop being impressed, and where’s the fun in that?” And if by “impressed,” he meant that he’d gotten the faintest smile to crack an otherwise stony expression (like one of those Easter Island heads), sure. It was something. The guy hadn’t just rolled his eyes and left yet, so Leo was taking that as somewhat of a win. He would, hardly a few seconds later, regret that thought.

Because just as he was turning around to shimmy his way on back into the workshop—at that point not necessarily caring if Mr. Eefs wanted to follow him and observe or be on his way—the next admittedly abrupt topic stopped him just as abruptly. Like they’d been visited by her icy ladyship Khione, Leo simply froze. And, look, he wasn’t necessarily an expert in social interactions (he wasn’t even adequate 99% of the time), but he was fairly positive Ethan’s lil roundabout way of supplying the question was a ton of BS.

Of course, I dunno if that was you— Sure, dude. We can get to the bottom of this mystery. “Mystery,” he says. Mystery. Yeah, okay.

He probably should’ve been glad his back was turned for that; Leo couldn’t be held responsible for whatever face he made. But by the time he looked over his shoulder, he’d wiped something of a grimace clean, arched a brow in a supremely You’ve gotta be joking fashion. “How long have you been waiting to ask that?” he posed, hoping beyond all hope that he could maintain this totally unbothered schtick for long enough to make it through this conversation. Ugh, is that why this dude came here in the first place? 

Well-played, he supposed. Just like his mom.

Leo only half-faced Ethan, like as long as he was physically partially removed from this, it’d feel less imposing. “Uh, I dunno, man. She pretended to be my favorite aunt for a bit, which was really cool—didn’t spark anything in me; just funsies and all,” he began, and his gaze went skyward as if Nemesis was looking down on them right now, utterly pleased with herself. “Then told me a few things about how important I am”—seventh wheel and all; definitely not still hurt by that—“gave me a cookie, and went on her way. Y’know. Normal god conversations.”

He was lucky Ethan’s blade wasn’t overly sharp at the moment, how much his hands were futzing with it. Only when he felt a slight sting to one fingertip was he reminded, Ow! That’s a real weapon. “Nice lady,” Leo murmured dismissively, eyeing the tiny bead of crimson on his finger before stowing that hand away in his pocket. “Ten-outta-ten, would ask for a cookie again.”

 Ethan was indeed bothered by the atrocious nickname. Not enough to do anything more about it than roll his eyes and scowl harder, but that was interrupted when Leo started acting like he was letting him in on whatever joke he’d apparently missed. The son of Nemesis was fairly unimpressed by it, though. 

“Uh-huh.” He acknowledged Leo’s confession, though he wasn’t entirely sure he bought it. Whatever ‘goofing off’ looked like for cabin nine kids, Ethan didn’t recognize it. There were mechanical things all over the place, and there was a lot of movement. If they really weren’t doing anything, they were doing an incredible job at pretending like they were, from the eye of a layman. 

The jokes beyond that caught him off-guard. Leo was still going? Jeez. No wonder he was buddy-buddy with Jackson. The two of them were bright and bubbly as could be– albeit, for Jackson a little less, especially when he had a sword in his hand. Add in their friendly neighborhood New Aphrodite Cabin Counselor, and they just made a bunch of peas in a pod, didn’t they? 

Still, he did crack a smile at the old lady impression. “You do that well. Been practicing?” He leaned one hip against the worktable in front of him. “Y’know, I can’t really do her voice, but people say I do a killer impression of stuff my mom would say.” Subtle, Nakamura. 

“Did you know she and I chat sometimes? Pretty briefly, but she once described some kid of Hephaestus who was on a serious mission, and who she apparently conversed with. Of course, I dunno if that was you, but maybe if you have an idea of what she might have told one of your siblings, we can get to the bottom of this mystery, huh?” 

In Ethan’s defense, he was telling the truth. She hadn’t told him anything beyond that she’d encountered the Hephaestus kid in the prophecy seven while they’d been away from camp. When he’d tried to press, she told him that either the kid would have to talk about it with him, or he didn’t get to know; apparently, she wasn’t about to spread around someone else’s business like that. (For karma reasons, he suspected).

But Ethan wasn’t the type to give up. He wanted to talk about this– he wanted to know what his mom was like to others. Did she help their mission? Did she hinder them? What happened? Why wouldn’t she tell him? 

It was ultimately just random luck that he’d been brought over by Leo himself, then. Ethan had thought he’d have to sneak away from one of his siblings’ workspaces to find the guy, but apparently not. Not only was he getting the repair he needed, but he also had the perfect opportunity to hound the exact person he was hoping to catch. 

“I mean, not to put you on the spot or anything…”