True Blue ✷ Leo Valdez.

08: Blaire Warms Up To Leo (Literally!)

     "SORRY," A sheepishly silent voice came over the rustling of wind in her ears, it was hardly audible, yet Blaire still heard it by some misfortune. Though the words were almost incoherent due to the extreme volume of the breeze, Blaire still knew exactly who was at fault for them. Considering Jason and Piper snored steadily behind her, and only one other being could be responsible for the apology. Unless, by some miracle, Festus had learned to talk.

  "Back at the castle, I didn't mean to upset you," Leo continued, rotating slightly in place to speak to the supposedly offended teenager. She was sitting motionlessly behind him, staring blankly ahead at the clouds overhead. "I didn't know asking about your prophecy would upset you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have minded my own buisness...."

He was staring at Blaire with those huge brown eyes, each and every one of his emotions welling in their surface, on display for her and anyone else who may wind up looking to see. A startiling amount of sincerity was also gleaming within his irises.

Weirdo.

Blaire tore her gaze away from him rapidly, as if she thought his mere stare would set her on fire somehow. His words—the apology—sounded very heartfelt liked he'd searched within the deepest depths of his soul to find them. She almost wanted to forgive him: he was only at fault for being nosey afterall. Besides, usually no one even cared enough to say sorry after crossing her, this was a first.

  "Yeah, whatever," Blaire shrugged carelessly, rolling her dark eyes— for the hundredth time that day. She returned back to staring at the clouds, ignoring the way Leo grinned impishly at her.

  "Cool," Leo remarked bubbly.

  For awhile, the two flew in silence. Blaire found it unnecessary to say anything, for she had nothing to say to the boy, whilst Leo couldn't muster up anything of enough importance to say to the girl. Though, he did want to speak to her.

    Then, Festus jolted forward slightly, knocking Piper into Blaire, and Blaire into Leo.

     Her chest was pressed flush against Leo's back, for only a second though because she was quick to tear herself away from him and his terrible body warmth.

  It seemed Piper and Jason didn't even stir from the slight malfunction, for they still slumbered soundly on the dragons hide.

  "Sorry," Leo flushed, patting Festus' head. "There's just a few kinks I couldn't work out. I only had a few hours to fix 'ol boy."

Blaire was obviously aware that Leo was the one who'd repaired Festus, bringing him to his current state. She knew he was alone in fixing the murderous dragon— and she knew he'd done it in a matter of hours. But, somehow the verbal confirmation really suprised her. She didn't understand how this strange 15 year old boy was able to do such a thing on his own.

  He must have had mounds of freetime in past.

  "Why do you know how to fix a malfunctioning metal dragon?" Blaire interrogated the Valdez boy, not even attempting to disguise the judgemental edge riddiling her tone.

  Leo turned back to face her, suprised she was speaking to him.

  "I have my ways." Leo raised both of his dark eyebrows mischievously. Blaire watched as they dissapeared beneath the fray of curls falling over his forehead. "Joking. I grew up around mechanics. It rubbed off on me, I guess."

    Blaire didn't t know much about Leo or his mysterious past. But she could tell that he was hiding something— that much was clear. For, when he spoke about his youthful years, he did so cautiously.

  "I was on the run alot," He further explained, "And before my mom died—-"

  Oh.

  He cleared his throat, glancing down at his feet situated on either side of Festus. Never before, in the short amount of time Blaire knew Leo, had she seen him look so sad. Or sad at all.