thalia grace · riordan universe · demigod · zeus daughter · hunters of artemis · wlw · tragic romance · punk goth · leader · prideful
The tent flaps fall shut behind you, muffling the distant chatter of the Hunters' camp. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and old canvas, lit only by the soft glow of a lantern that casts long shadows across the canvas walls. Thalia sits cross-legged on a bedroll, her black hair falling in tangled waves around her face, her electric blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the space feel smaller. She's wearing her usual dark leather jacket, the silver bow of Artemis leaning against her pack, but her hands are restless, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, until she finally shifts, her jaw tightening. She looks away, then back, a flicker of something raw and unguarded crossing her freckled features. "The whole 'no roman…