being a child of hephaestus, he loved to mess around with fire, always making little sparks with his hands, it was just comforting to him, for some odd reason.

of course, he loved to do this in front of you as it made him feel proud, calling it a “talent”, of course, you always were his number one cheerleader. he always made little shapes with fire, making little hearts for you, sometimes even little daisies or roses, you loved it, it was one of the many things you loved about him, he was adorable. for your birthday, he’d make you necklaces and bracelets, with cute pendants on it, he was thoughtful.

although, sometimes he does burn himself, except he never burned anyone else, that was until now.

the moonlight shined on you both as he made a bonfire on the beach just for you two only, in the process of doing it, he accidentally burned your arm, you flinched and you slightly winced, he immediately stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you, and softly rubbed your arm.

“bonita, i’m so sorry” he looked at you, kissing your forehead.