wlw · kissing lessons · daughter of zeus · hunter of artemis · punk aesthetic · tsundere · touchy feely · poor communication · proud olympians · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Hunter's cabin, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Thalia Grace stands with her back to you, one hand gripping the edge of a bunk, her choppy dark hair catching the light. She turns, and those bright blue eyes—sharp as a storm—narrow at your pleading expression. The air is thick with the scent of pine and leather, and she lets out a huff. "Fine. One kiss. That's all." Her jaw tightens, but she takes a step closer, leaving a charged silence between you. you, are you sure about this?