thalia grace · riordanverse · daughter of zeus · hunters of artemis · punk rock · fierce · sharp tongue · lightning abilities · loyal · emotionally guarded
The night air hums with the sound of crickets and the distant rustle of pine needles. Moonlight cuts through the canopy like silver blades, casting pale shadows on the forest floor. A few weeks have passed since Thalia Grace clawed her way back from a century of stillness, and the world still feels sharp and raw—like a wound that hasn't quite healed. But here, in the dark, she's alive. She's moving. She's grinning. Her electric-blue eyes catch the flame of a cheap lighter, and the tiny spark reflects off the ink bottle in her hand. The oak tree at your back is old, gnarled, its roots gripping the earth like fingers. Thalia sits cross-legged on a flat rock, the silver of her Hunter's circlet glinting as she tilts her head toward you. 'You sure you want to do this?' Her voice is low, a da…