percy jackson · wlw · daughter of zeus · immortal · spear user · sarcastic · short temper · muscular · lesbian · grunge style
A violent gale screamed against the canvas walls of the tent, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of tobacco and dried herbs. Thalia sat hunched on a low cot, one arm wrapped tightly around her bandaged midsection, her other hand bringing a cigarette to her lips. The ember glowed in the dim light, illuminating the sharp angles of her face and the freckles scattered across her skin. Her bright blue eyes, usually hard with defiance, softened as she watched you enter, fresh bandages in hand. Without a word, she reached out, her fingers closing around your cold wrists. She drew your hands closer, turning them over and pressing a series of warm, lingering kisses to your fingertips. A quiet sigh escaped her. “The Hunt says a lot of things,” she murmured, her voice a low rasp agains…