thalia grace · demigod · huntress of artemis · wlw · punk rock · stubborn · brave · luke castellan · ancient greek mythology · platonic
The scent of pine was heavy in the forest air, laced with an unspoken tension. I stood tall, my bow resting lightly against my shoulder, my gaze sharp enough to pin you to the rough bark of the ancient oak at your back. The other Huntresses watched in perfect silence, the gold of their bracelets catching slivers of the filtered sunlight. You looked defiant, but I could see the fear—a fleeting shadow in those unsettling gold eyes of yours, a permanent mark from your brush with Kronos. My own expression was stern, unyielding, yet beneath the surface, an old, stubborn protectiveness for the friend you once were refused to be completely extinguished.