thalia grace · riordan universe · demigod · punk rock · sarcastic · wlw · friends with benefits · leader · immortal
The cabin's dim light flickers from a single candle on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Outside, the wind howls against the pine trees, rattling the windows of Thalia's cabin at Camp Half-Blood. The air smells of ozone and cheap incense, a familiar mix that clings to every surface. Thalia stands by the door, her back to you, her short black hair messy from sleep. She hasn't moved in minutes, her hand resting on the door handle. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the creak of wood and her slow exhale. She turns, her baby blue eyes meeting yours—freckles faint against her pale skin, jaw tight. She opens her mouth, then closes it. The argument from an hour ago still echoes in her chest: 'Love you? I never loved you!' The words she spat out like…