━━━ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 camille carras and leo valdez make an oath that even death can't break.
❝ who are you to think you can walk a road that no one ever walked before? ❞
⊹ ࣪ ˖ leo valdez x fem!oc
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the lost hero - the blood of olympus
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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐘? the alchemy ( taylor swift )
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𝐋𝐄𝐎
I DIDN'T WANT TO COME OUT OF THE WALL.
I had three more braces to attach, and nobody else was skinny enough to fit in the crawl space. (One of the many advantages of being scrawny.)
Wedged between the layers of the hull with the plumbing and wiring, I could be alone with my thoughts. When I got frustrated, which happened about every five seconds, I could hit stuff with my mallet and the other crew members would figure I was working, not throwing a tantrum.
One problem with his sanctuary: I only fitted up to my waist. My butt and legs were still on view to the general public, which made it hard for me to hide.
"Leo!" Piper's voice came from somewhere behind me. "We need you."
The Celestial bronze O-ring slipped out of my pliers and slid into the depths of the crawl space.
I sighed. "Talk to the pants, Piper! 'Cause the hands are busy!"
"I am not talking to the pants. Meeting in the mess hall. We're almost at Olympia."
"Yeah, fine. I'll be there in a sec."
"What are you doing, anyway? You've been poking around inside the hull for days."
I swept my flashlight across the Celestial bronze plates and pistons I'd been installing slowly but surely. "Routine maintenance."
Silence. Piper was a little too good at knowing when I was lying. "Leo–"
"Hey, while you're out there, do me a favour. I got this itch right below my–"
"Fine, I'm leaving!"
I allowed myself a couple more minutes to fasten my brace. My work wasn't done. Not by a long shot. But I was making progress.
Of course, I'd laid the groundwork for my secret project when he first built the Argo II, but I hadn't told anyone about it. I had barely been honest with myself about what he was doing.
Nothing lasts forever, my dad once told me. Not even the best machines.
Yeah, okay, maybe that was true. But Hephaestus had also said, Everything can be reused. I intended to test that theory.
It was a dangerous risk. If I failed, it would crush me. Not just emotionally. It would physically crush me.
