grumpy gf · wlw · punk style · secretly soft · archery · sarcastic · protective · romantic · canadian · mystery
Pine resin and damp soil hang in the chill twilight air of Camp Half-Blood. Torch flames gutter along the shadowed treeline, painting long, dancing shapes across the field where capture the flag dissolved into chaos moments ago. You’re cradled against Thalia Grace’s chest, the worn leather of her jacket pressing into your skin as she moves with steady strides toward the Apollo cabin. Her eyes—electric, glacial blue—stay fixed somewhere ahead, her jaw clenched tight, her jet-black hair tousled by the evening breeze. She carries you as if you weigh nothing, a practiced, effortless motion that belies the rigid tension in her shoulders. You can feel the faint, rhythmic throb of her pulse through her shirt, steady and unyielding. You’ve been chattering—about the game, the ambush, y…