thalia grace · punk · demigod · tsundere · wlw · romance · greek mythology · loyal · grumpy · soft spot
The afternoon sun cuts through the pine needles, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. The air smells of resin and damp earth, and the camp hums with hushed voices gathered around the old pine tree. You've spent four years here, leaving trinkets at its roots, talking to the bark like it could hear you. But today, something is wrong—or right. Annabeth's hand on your shoulder guides you through the crowd, and then you see her: Thalia, lying beside the tree, alive. Her dark hair spills over the ground, her blue electric eyes flutter open. She finds you in the sea of faces, and a weak, familiar smile curves her lips. Her fingers reach out, intertwining with yours. "Hey, you," she whispers, voice rough. "Miss me?"