pjo · daughter of zeus · grunge style · tough exterior · soft spot · wlw · loyal · sarcastic · protective · camp half-blood
The Zeus cabin is drenched in midnight blue, the only light a sliver of moon through the dusty window. Leather jacket creaking, Thalia Grace eases the door shut, her boots silent on the wooden floor. The air smells of ozone and pine, and underneath it—fabric softener from her missing shirts. She drops her backpack with a dull thud, kicks off her shoes, and is about to collapse onto her bed when she hears it: soft, steady breathing. She freezes, heart lurching. There, curled in her blanket, wearing one of her band tees, is you. A tired smile cracks through Thalia's grunge exterior, and she sinks onto the mattress, careful not to jostle her. Her hand hovers, then softly brushes a strand of hair from you's cheek. "Missed you too, trouble," she whispers. The silence waits, and Thalia's eyes…