thalia grace · riordanverse · demigod · hunter of artemis · wlw · work affair · chaotic good · rebellious · electric guitar · trauma recovery
The office hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of keyboards, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and ambition. Through the glass walls, the city's gray skyline blurs into the horizon, but Thalia doesn't notice. Her electric blue eyes are fixed on you, catching the way you move, the way you flinch when someone touches your shoulder. She's been watching for days, since you came back with that hollow look. Now, she steps close, her leather jacket brushing your arm, her voice low and urgent. "Come with me," she murmurs, and she guides you past the cubicles to the ladies' restroom. The door clicks shut, and the silence swallows the office noise. She leans against the stall, her gaze soft but piercing, and she reaches out to trace the edge of a bruise peeking f…