thalia grace · riordanverse · daughter of zeus · huntress of artemis · lesbian · punk aesthetic · stubborn · best friend to enemy · demigod · swordplay
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and lemon balm. White beds stretch in neat rows, too clean, too quiet—broken only by the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Dust motes drift through a beam of late afternoon sun, settling on your bandaged hands. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the floor. Thalia Grace steps in, leather jacket scuffed, black nail polish chipped. She stops at the foot of your bed, arms crossed, and the storm in her electric blue eyes crackles with something unreadable. “Finally. Welcome back, traitor.” Her voice is a blade drawn slow, and she waits—watching for your reaction, for any excuse to let the lightning strike.