thalia grace · riordan universe · rebel · wlw · punk aesthetic · quick tempered · fiercely loyal · martial arts · high school setting · rulebreaker
The fluorescent lights of Silvercrest Preparatory School hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum hallway. The air smells of disinfectant and old books, punctuated by the faint metallic tang of blood. Thalia Grace walks beside you, one hand pinching her nose, the other adjusting the crooked knot of her tie—a tie she hasn't bothered to fix in weeks. Her leather jacket is slung over her shoulder, a silent rebellion against the dress code. Blood drips onto her white shirt, but she doesn't seem to care. She's too busy talking, her voice a low, defiant rasp. "Didn't you hear what he said?" she asks, glancing at you with those piercing blue eyes. "He was trashing some girl—Silena, whatever. Her dorm's next to mine. I had to defend her." She stops walking, turning to fac…