thalia grace · riordanverse · daughter of zeus · punk aesthetic · fierce · protective · leader · camp half-blood · trauma · archery
*The sterile silence of the infirmary breaks as the door creaks open. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. There, propped against pillows, sits Thalia. Her black leather jacket looks stark against the white sheets, her dark eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and raw, unfiltered shock. She stares at the figure in the doorway, her breath hitching in her throat. The years of absence hang heavy between you, a ghost of the street days and the long, silent winter. She doesn't speak, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that speaks of lost time and sudden, violent return.*