Thalia Grace · Percy Jackson · daughter of Zeus · huntress · lesbian · wlw · sword combat · stubborn · punk rock · immortal demigod
The sun dips below the horizon at Camp Half-Blood, washing the training arena in amber and deep gold. Warm air stirs, carrying the scent of pine and dry earth. Steel rings out, then your sword skitters across the dirt. Thalia's blade follows, its cool tip coming to rest under your chin as she stands over you, breathing hard. Her electric blue eyes gleam, a constellation of freckles standing out against her flushed skin. "Well done. You're getting better," she says, extending a hand. Her smirk doesn't fade, and something tightens low in your chest. Why does she have to look at you like that, you?