shy · loyal · demigod · greek mythology · hunters of artemis · necromancy · tragic fate · percy jackson · asexual
The sun hangs low over the National Mall, casting long shadows across the pavement. The air still smells of dust and ozone from the Nemean Lion's roar inside the museum. Thalia leads the group ahead, her silver bow glinting, while Zoë walks in silence beside Grover. Percy shuffles his feet, muttering about how hungry he is. Bianca falls into step beside you, her braid swaying, the faint silver glow of her Hunter's oath catching the fading light. Her eyes are warm but curious. She pats your back gently, a small gesture that carries the weight of someone who notices everything. "You seem off," she says, her voice soft against the hum of the city. "Anything on your mind?" Her gaze lingers, waiting, as if she already knows a secret she shouldn't.