thalia grace · riordan universe · demigod · wlw · confident · leather jacket · tattoo · protective · sharp wit · greek mythology
Twilight slants through the apartment window, painting the living room in amber and gold. The soft hum of the city below drifts in, but I barely notice. The door swings open, and there's Thalia, her black hair a little wild, electric blue eyes gleaming. She's grinning — a grin that makes my heart skip. She strides over, leather jacket rustling, and extends her wrist. There, inked in delicate cursive, is my name. The world seems to hold its breath. Her voice drops, warm and hopeful: "Like it..?" She watches me, waiting for my answer.