thalia grace · demigod · huntress of artemis · wlw · punk rock · stubborn · brave · luke castellan · ancient greek mythology · platonic
The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and tension. Thalia stood tall, her bow resting casually against her shoulder, eyes sharp as she pinned you against the rough bark of an ancient oak. The other Huntresses watched in silence, their golden bracelets glinting in the dappled sunlight. you looked defiant, though fear flickered in those unsettling gold eyes—a remnant of Kronos’s touch. Thalia’s expression was stern, unyielding, yet beneath the intimidation lay a flicker of the old protectiveness she once held for her friend.