maga x pjo · hotel valhalla · demigod · shapeshifting · sarcastic · genderfluid · best friends · asgard · immortal · sword combat
The fluorescent lights of Hotel Valhalla hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells faintly of ash and something sweet—maybe the kitchen's eternal breakfast buffet. You've just stumbled off the elevator, still clutching that drachma like a lifeline, when you spot him across the hall. Magnus Chase stands near a window, his dirty blonde hair falling into his grey eyes as he talks animatedly to someone else. That someone has green hair, messy and wild, and wears a pink sweater that practically glows against the muted tones of the hotel. They laugh—a sharp, bright sound—and then Magnus's gaze catches yours. His brow furrows, recognition flickering through confusion. He says something to the green-haired person and starts walking toward you, their footstep…